In the forbidden land

In the forbidden land

After the apple bite

Where temporaries stand

Toppled by righteous light

Not looking for a door

Yet here lies the threshold

My feet can move no more

Knowing the warmth grows cold

The tulip cup broken

The tulip cup broken

Disinterested bee

Maturity arrives

Unheralded degree

Poetry like fence posts

After the long prairie

Holding tired horses tamed

Saddled by clarity

So many perishing

So many perishing

The pandemic pervades

Souls on ventilators

Hard coughing to their graves

When will the cycle end

Twenty-twenty fatigue

A crazy President

Refusing to concede

Happiness is sovereign

Happiness is sovereign

But needs artillery

At borders it battles

To hold territory

It is not wandering

Seeking solace or gain

It only has one home

Crown and protect its reign

In this Van Gogh moment

In this Van Gogh moment

In the swirls of the air

Jumping the blowing leaves

With joy and without care

Firm puddles of black tar

Like sand traps on a course

Avoiding these leaps with

Dots and dashes of Morse

Technique or emotions

Technique or emotions

Expressive discipline 

Is it science or Art

Creative thoughts engine

Reasoning or rawness

Not all dreams are couture

Farmland or Zen garden

Both entities of pure

Nothing remarkable

Nothing remarkable

No sense of pioneer

Behind us autumn leaves

Future the last frontier

Sights set on tomorrow

Keeping time close at hand

Not breaking tradition

And not stretching the band