The Ego appeared and spoke to me Saying, “I” now wish to be heard In a time that is of now—presently In a time that’s yet conquered   The Ego’s debut Appearing at hour nine For as the ninth letter is said to construe The…

  Softly she walks lost in thought And wonders what fate Has in stored for her today. All the paths around her are blocked by mountains and escape seems impossible. None of that matters now. She has peace here on the boardwalk by the lake…

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Head all the way back One last glimpse of grey daylight Before starting work.

Sleep is elusive, and will probably strike when least expected – or welcome. It’s past ten o’clock at night, and only civil twilight. The red tint still touches the sky. Speakers buzz, unused. Turn them off. Sore arms already, how will I keep this up?…