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Poem – Circle
The path I now walk circles and oscillates between two lives I struggle to be a part of I struggle to define. Each has merits and fulfillment each brings me closer to the being my past and my future conspired to create, so why do I struggle in the present? That life I judge myself…
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Poem – The Burden We Accept
(1) Remains We found remains not of the day or night not of the moon or sun but of something more primal and of the earth and soil carrying its voice from pastures to fields to the winter beds. The remains we found of creatures roaming the open space the land born of themselves. (2)…