While little Napoleons in white coats

prance through hallways of healing

he lurks in the shadows impervious

to the doctor’s delusions of grandeur

I cross eyed abed my mind attenuated

yet I foolishly equivocate with him

bargain for more insignificant time

in this foolish world of the mundane

clinging like an ape in the treetops

when the best of metaphysical life

beckons to me from the other side

my deaf ears hears only his voice

a lurking silhouette in the shadows

a siren seeking my psyche’s essence

until I no longer can hold on here

as pain unbearable makes me let go

the ultimate force across the river

pulls me in ecstasy to the other side.

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I think this is one of the

I think this is one of the most profound poems you have written.


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You shape your stories with

You shape your stories with precise intellectual care, your language is balanced and pleasantly self-aware

I never dreamed what it would be like

To cherish a creative son -Imagination