Standing alone
on the altar's first step,
apprenticeship dethroned
Indentured anew,
my eyes turn inward,
disarmed, but not disowned
A quarter to forever
in the distance ahead,
blank meadows still to quote
The hour glass waiting
upon no man,
to deliver its last joke
Seeds scatter freely,
implanted anew,
words rising where vision bled
Each one a new stone
in eternity's trail
—the unborn baby fed
(Dreamsleep: March,2020)
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