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)
Copyright © | Year Posted 2025

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