God Bless The Readers
I don’t wish
to be studied
just
to be read
Where daydreams
long scripted
danced round
in my head
With words
humbly gifted
each phrase
probate free
To those
in whose honor
my best
— I bequeath
(Dreamsleep: October, 2025)
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