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Threads
The faces of this crowd are hidden behind masks stitched together from scraps of imagination…
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Created
You know me best in quiet moments before the storm breaks, when our breath alone tells a thousand stories…
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Eleusinian Dreams
This is a place where only time has walked and yet behind black windows I know my past awaits me…
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Lying in Wait
Lying in wait amid shadows cast by sleeping giants, together breathing in a rise and fall as colors melt and swirl in the silver sky above…
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Razors
Inside is the beckoning voice, puppet strings dragging our stiff limbs across razor wire tightropes strung up on high…
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Lay Waste
From this high up the world seems not to move— fading into new realities, twisted landscapes…
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Deities
It was perfect weather for a funeral the sky above swollen, gray heavy with a rain that might not fall…
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Chasing Light
Passing doors and broken, smiling faces until the sense that I’ve been here before sets fire to the threshold…
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No More, No Less
I know that if I just dig deeper, carve enough of myself away— a pound of feathers and a pound of flesh—when all is said and done I’ll find an end…
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Mitchel David Ring 