Sleep
sleep is a debit
paid in opportunities
yawning is lonely
Glances
those piercing glances
give chase to battered spirit
solitude is safe
Intent
freedom is intent
tyranny when we forget
to wake and to love
Spring
spring drops pattering
o'er glad wings dancing with sky
applause all around
Stages
in my larvae stage
i went pollywog hunting
then i lost my tail
Parched
wind like fetid breath
howls through a thirsty valley
cracked lips turn away
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