I’ve lived just enough

to die instilled

 

My history paid 

—all debts fulfilled

 

(Dreamsleep: October, 2019)

Pointing his thumb,

two feet close behind

 

Direction untethered,

new mountains to climb

 

Hitching tomorrow,

to yesterdays past

 

To ride in the present

—each moment to last

 

(Presbyterian Hospital: October, 2019)

The hidden Angels

of my unconscious mind

 

Their vision on fire

—all wings flying blind

 

(Dreamsleep: October, 2019)

The ultimate indulgence…

blind acceptance

 

All standards rescinded

—all judgment forlorn

 

(Dreamsleep: October, 2019)

You see a wall,

where I see a door

 

You are imprisoned,

I am implored

 

You spend your fortune

on relics that burn

 

I, but a beggar

—last verse heaven earned

 

(Dreamsleep: October, 2019)

There’s a voice inside that’s killing me,

slowly day by day

 

Each line I write, each word I speak

—is paid with time reclaimed

 

(Dreamsleep: October, 2019)

If absurdity

is the only reality

 

Time is the new servant

—to what lies within

 

(Dreamsleep: October, 2019)

I buried my memory

in yesterday’s sand

 

To live in the past

—beyond reprimand

 

(Dreamsleep: October, 2019)

Alone,

without being lonely

 

In love,

with the air and the sky

 

In tune,

with those voices now calling

 

Released

—and forever to fly

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2019)

Walking blind through the corridors

of his imagination

 

All vision was fleeting

—the truth beyond

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2019)