The Dream

Changing rooms
an argument
she steals
from me.

On camera
I see her
I’m not innocent
I still want justice.

Camping
they steal
from me.
I know
where they live

The Meaning

theft
I carry guilt but I’m not corrupted by it. I’m committed to doing the right thing, even if it burns me.

What Lingers…

They say let those without sin cast the first stone. But what if standing by means the world rots?

What if doing the right thing still matters, even when no one gets to stay clean?

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Marginalia

Sometimes I can’t locate my dreams into my waking life and I wonder where they are from? The past? Maybe the future? Maybe from another life entirely.