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Poem – The Sky is Burning
The black sky of antiquity replaced by what we do not know what we fear. In the depths of thought do we remember the ancient rituals and sacrifice at the base of each tree, at the shoreline, at our fingertips? The burning sky approaches from the south, consuming what we do not know what we…
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Solitude
A place exists tucked into tall pine trees reaching toward the empty sky filled with Nothing. Yielding the search for everything I found what I was looking for. I do not fully understand the magic slipping through exposed fingers and I question why it took so long to get here, why so many roadblocks of…