The Hour
I hear death
on approach
as it stops
at my door
Newly
awakened
its rattle
inures
It waits
on the doorstep
my fate
to remand
Reclaiming
life’s promise
the hour
— at hand
**
Veracity Pleading
They’re two sides
to the truth
the telling
and told
When hearing
is questioned
and listener’s
behold
Veracity
pleading
its case
to the wind
Entrapped
in dissension
two meanings
— within
**
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