The Cry

That voice from the wilderness Nearer than far Close distant reminder We are — who we are (Dreamsleep: March, 2024) Looking Back One final look one final stare The face looking back the face of despair One final time one final shout Reflection an echo — reflection a rout (Dreamsleep: March, 2024) Jumping The Shark You can’t time a moment by counting out loud Or cross the horizon not leaving the crowd Or relive a memory retention unclear Or keep the Muse captive — as silence draws near (Dreamsleep: March, 2024)