Sturdy Sometimes all that’s left To round things out When thinking fast or slow Is the study of the oldest art A sleep perchance to dream To dream and wake refreshed Our body feeling well and strong Sturdy, balanced, ready to face doubt.

Close to the end, Daybreak in sight I’ve made it through day and harrowing night And while it was a journey I come away from I made it not alone, but with all of you. While the sun yet rises I hear sleep call my…

My sleep is done this ain’t no fun am I the only one who hates the morning?   My body says no to work I won’t go a few snoozes, tho will it really help?   But this poem here is ringing in my ear…

Another season starts soon your last before you regenerate you escaping death to survive a gamble on what you’ll end up with Not again, Doctor, Not again My heart is not strong enough To say goodbye to you once more I don’t think I can…

Hillside dark, water calm A single lantern floating Veil shredded, flowers dead A sudden, rotten, bloating Bride alive, Corpse husband A shovel with sticky coating Crunching earth, shifting waves A victim left ungloating. Crime unseen, story untold The lantern no longer floating.

Endings are the line breaks and periods of life. Abrupt. Divisive. Yet necessary for the coherence we crave in dreams.