Shock and awe as reflections close in

and we see the many-eyed watchers

the many voiced heralds of doom at the breaking dawn

We chose this leviathan that now approaches

head down watching the world crushed to dust beneath its feet

Whirlpools in the sky as its breath expands

to brush away resistance it never even felt

Storms rushing forth from its eyes

laying waste to the homes we built in graveyards

hoping the old tombstones would protect us from eternity

Now watch it devour the horizon

stone crumbling to dust the only wall left between home

and eternity marching forth to meet us where we stand

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Had a weekend of mixed emotions. My grandfather passed away on October 14th. I drove to Ogden, Utah for his funeral this weekend and to see family that I hadn’t seen in a long time. That’s why I haven’t posted anything in the past few days. It was sad, of course, but there was also a feeling of celebration for the life he lived.

On Sunday when I started driving back, pretty much the entire route I planned to take was slammed with a snowstorm, which led to some pretty freaky driving in the mountains out of Ogden and down into Wyoming. I made it as far as Rock Springs, Wyoming before the road I was on shut down. The only other way for me to go to get to Denver would have meant driving all the way back to Utah first, so instead I spent the night in a motel in Rock Springs.

I’m back in Denver now, after another day of snowy, icy driving. Thankfully the snow had stopped falling so I could actually see where I was going!

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