hot on the coattails of unity
a duster don'd ghost
palms burning with puddled poems
ever hungry for a host
soon a convert marches
faith across his brow
trading tomorrow's dream
for totality in the now
here's a story of man
impatient for the win
ever externally seeking
the one found only within
- meditations on Camus' The Rebel, pg. 97; written in a cigar shop in Asheville, where I met a homeless writer and carpenter, Joseph. 2/6/2024