Prediction? Foresight?Era ends. Synchronic withpandemic terror. What do I do now?Who actually am I?Self-doubt creeps and stays. Raise myself aboveall my own misconceptions.Brush up, present,
In the Shadows – Haiku Poem
Long, looming shadows. Impractical clothing days. Crisp, cold, but sunny. The darkness recedes; ice crystals shrink from the light. Energy transfers. What was once frozen,
Crown Jules Presents 