Unmanned

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Wounded child
Not a man
Far too old, you play

Absent fingers
Hollow heart
Empty end of day

Highschool sweetheart
Dead to me
You abused my grace

One word for you:
Therapy.
Father-wound to trace

Winter Proof

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Ended as it began

These dark days of November through January
Dancing in digital
Parallel and alone

Yet in analog, earnestly asking
Feigning a truth on behalf of some good cause

Forgiveness follows now, as it must
Lest Winter become as liquid courage
That most dangerous thing

Goodness Ocean

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I take my leave from those who gaze, idly
Or avert their eyes, altogether

Onward, Ho! To teach!
To share air — and indeed, to breathe!

For I can only learn and grow
Alongside those who will take their turn
Do their worst, and make such noise

To right the wrongs with waves of change
As the Goodness Ocean must