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Poem – In Unbound Dreams
In unbound dreams steeped in limitless colors the machines sleep. Metal skin glistens as another day begins, as our held breath releases. We start with the same promise that this will be the last day and we will stand here united. On this war ground with the rising sun we circle the sleeping machines…
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Poem – The Sky Gave Nothing Away
I stood at the base of a mountain on a world far from where I thought I was born and fought the descending wind gathering snow and ice. The sky was void of any star yet shadows moved across fields. The sky gave nothing away and kept directions secret. Crossing snow bridges and stepping between…
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Poem – The Wanderer, part 3
In the middle of a field empty from horizon to horizon I wandered beneath empty skies until the fog appeared and I changed direction toward the emerging mass of white devouring the sky. I wandered faithfully but with diminishing hope that at the end of this journey I would find salvation.
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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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Poem – Emerging
Emerging from the forest through the last barrier of this life, beasts of the past intertwined with shadows roam through the open field playing out their purpose. Standing out of their way as I am a visitor passing to the next life. Crossing the field I am met by concrete and metal machines. Is this…
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Poem – The Last Day in This Flesh
The last time I exit the empty field, crossing over the still black water will be the last day in this flesh. On the other side the machines wait with steely patience where they have stood for years. When we next awaken from what seems like a dream we will be near the base of…
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Poem – When the End Arrives
When the end arrives I will be standing in the empty fields as the moon overtakes the sun and the shadows overtake the forest waiting for you.
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Poem – Preparing
I watch the sun fall into the earth and the forest retreat into the shadows. I watch ravens make one last flight this day and the fields consume the rising moon. I try to take hold of today and let go of tomorrow. But I know changes are near and that we are not alone.
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Poem – Merging Scenes
Evening clouds cross the open fields, consuming empty space and trees. We watch their fluid movements and changing colors as the sun sets. Each passing moment like snowflakes and we struggle to take all of this in.