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Digital Gods
Caught in a storm over paradise screaming wind and acid rain a cable through my skull connected to the sky…
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A Sun that Still Rises
This forest knows me It knows me better than I know myself Its roots reach deeper into my thoughts than I can go or than I’ve tried to go…
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Secret on Solar Wind
Away along night-shrouded streets one light in a sea of them trying to make out some message a secret on solar winds that never come…
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Uncertain Things
For a moment our hands reached out into darkness and it seemed we might take hold of something hold it up to the light and say ‘we found it’…
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Shadow Over Heaven
Measured and still at the edge of a last moment in a millenium passing monstrous over heaven a beast that cannot feel the world beneath its feet…
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The Road to al-Qarafa
Lights in the trees guide me on that seem always to move away when I look at them Incandescence on the road to al-Qarafa…
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Night Through Broken Windows
Walking through the halls—a shadow drifting at the edges, the far corners of a mind given way to raving at the night through broken windows…
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Empire of the Sky
When the sky fell it swallowed me and spit me out into a rugged world where the hills are painted the color of broken bones…
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The Court of the Druid King
A breeze down the street brings it all the smell of hot window screens and withering grass of a field between our dreams and a chance to taste them…
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Just Like You Said
I found the dry riverbed The one you told me about It was a scar on the face of beauty just like you said…
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Everything Under the Sun
I watched you speaking at the altar of lost time your words concealed within the voice of the wind attacking the walls we built against the night…
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Where Sparrows Fell
Too late I decided to go after you along the path where sparrows fell from a sky too weak to hold them…
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Variation on a Theme
When we came into the ballroom it was all ablaze Bells ringing overhead and echoing through the hall where a symphony once played variations on a theme…
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The Upside Down
Less than a shade of memory a miasma of weak horror screaming at a rescuer who cannot hear…
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Odyssey in Waltz
I’ve come to the moon-white edge of truth washed ashore out of the great waters which carried you on gentle waves through a fever dream…
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Mitchel David Ring 