Inherence
Some writers say
with their words
something new
Others
juxtapose
what before has been hewn
One values time
for its presence
today
One counts
each minute
like bales of old hay
Words of
redemption
words of regret
Freedom
inherent
— born of intent
(Dreamsleep: April, 2026)
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