
The Riddle
He kept
waiting for
his dreams
to solve
the riddle
of his
existence,
not realizing
his dreams
are the
riddle of
his existence.

He kept
waiting for
his dreams
to solve
the riddle
of his
existence,
not realizing
his dreams
are the
riddle of
his existence.
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When a
Shard rolls
out that is
pure poetry
it takes
a few days
before I
can settle
down again
& write
any damn
thing that
comes into
my head.
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He came
so close to
grabbing the
brass ring.
This was
back in
the days of
the merry-go-
round.
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This van
on this
hill is
my altar
my zendo
the distillation
of all that
is good
in me.
Are you
not entertained?
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There’s a
whole lot to
listen to
in a
room full
of dissonance.
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