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Poem – Across the Salted Plains
Across the salted plains We watch the sun fall The moon rise The machines sleep. In dreams spaced by 100 years I see you on the highest peak Of the homeland we once Ruled together. I woke in the snow blanketed forest Facing the morning sky. Tenants of dreams fill each fiber and neuron, I…
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Random 9/11 Thoughts
(1) A depth of feeling carried each day buried into the subconscious of each witness, born into each offspring, burned into humanities collective. (2) Questions will always outweigh the answers when we attempt and desire to look beneath the surface, the material evidence, the words and images – we want the person’s thoughts, state of…
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Dreams, part 1
I do not often remember dreams, but when the occasion presents itself, they are one of two things: a repeat of a previous dream from years ago, or something freaky or scary. This morning’s dream involved one of the creatures from either Predator or Pitch Black. It was dark on some desolate planet. Three of…