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Desert Wounds
Salt on skin bare to the sun burns like that high fire flowing through canals from scar to scar…
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Backroads
All these nights spent on backroads, peering into the woods at watching eyes passing us by as stars of a winter sky…
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Collecting Rain
Desperation is the song of lost souls slipping away toward something so far beyond that even starlight is a distant memory…
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In the Drowned Valleys
…the long months breaking like endless waves high upon the hills and in the drowned valleys…
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Silence
Again and again the walls speak— always the same words drowned out by echoes of the conversation in the room…
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Long Shadows
There is a tower risen out of sand, a wall built to touch both horizons at the edges fallen into raging seas…
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Woven Ritual
These phantoms come crawling out of shadow eyes like dead stars, mouths twisted into smiles…
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The Descent
Soft light over valleys resting in shadow cradled by mountains grasping at the sky— lords of the winding rivers gone far away to quench the horizon’s thirst for more…
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Threads
The faces of this crowd are hidden behind masks stitched together from scraps of imagination…
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Mitchel David Ring 