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Poem – Fragmented Days
The more we hear the more we turn away from the voices carried from beyond the horizon on broken winds as each day chips away at the armor. Thoughts scatter through the empty field past the tree line and I stop at the border. What inhabits the forest I cannot see or hear? Days broken.…
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Poem – Here Before
I have been this way before, down this same path, and most likely not for the last time. I have been here before looking for a road, a way through the ever-increasing obstacles with a distant light ebbing and flowing surrounded in the absolute silence where I only hear my breath and the rising panic…