Many heartbeats, many paces separate the dueller's...
This circle drawn, retreat forsaken, spit of rain...

I have just deleted soul,
As your orange inmates file sits leadened black...

Thirty years ago you came,
To check identity, confirm name...

I can hear the children sleeping, far away in...
And the mantle clock mocks me with its taunting...

Around every corner on every street,
Just beyond the comfort zone...

I hope when your ego is scraping the ceiling,
And your mirrors grow tired of that smile...

THE INVITATION
But dawn-break born...

So altered from that sombre day when first I stood...
Surrounded by the crying, ever needy throng...