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In The Holy Spirit

Asked about
his gender
The Son
says “NO”

“I created
them solely
for procreation
to flow

“The love child
of Mary
and My Father
on high

“I purpose
them both
my Holy Spirit
— alive”

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Never

Living to the max
the writing comes easy

(BUT)

You’ll never live easy
— and write to the max

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The Temptress

The Divine Tyranny
of Art
Whose anguished temptation
 forever imparts

It grows in your spirit
while taking its tole
And leaves you abandoned
¬ — alone unconsoled 

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Come Rocinante

He was a pilgrim
in defense of a shrine
That doesn’t exist
a mirage in the wind

A new Don Quixote
tilting at windmills
His gaze but a portal
— to the fire within

(Dreamsleep: July, 2026)
Copyright © | Year Posted 2026

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