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Under a Moving Sky
Light shows play out along a gossamer thread In air the wild ones breathed A beast of many eyes is ready to lift you out Should color lose its meaning, or gain it anew…
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Down to the River
Mist off the surface of the river is a cloak Over the backs of we who walk among the trees Joy is our song this day of glory Light and darkness dance together as one…
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Skin Over Iron Bones
A cold city speaks of storybooks Cracks in the pavement spell out the final chapters Footsteps in the snow dotting i’s and crossing t’s A saga complete with no voice to read it aloud Yet heard by all who stop to listen.
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A Sunken World
Come wayward to this place without sorrow On a borderland between love and apathy We know you are lost—all who come here are lost And stay when they no longer wish to be found.
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Her Voice a Roar
Salt air electric on my tongue, my eyes The cliffs fell away and beneath me swelled Tears of a goddess, weeping and vengeful…
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Earth Gave Way
There was clay in the ground I clawed through Pulling myself back to the surface To sit in a rainstorm I longed for years to feel again And I began to shape the clay…
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A New Master
Dishonored at the gate we held Backs bent, bones broken, arrows pierced our souls But we did not give way…
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The Path That Wasn’t There
I crawled along the face of the Earth Looked down and saw stars beneath my feet Over a distance I’ve crossed a thousand times.
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Dead Leaf Weather
Out in the dead leaf weather a man sits Wondering where he was when the embers caught Was he hugging his daughter in the airport terminal Driving the long way home alone Or have weeks gone by since a decade turned to ash?
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Still They Speak
Still they speak in whispers of the intangible Silver shadows crawling over the night-soaked walls Fall silent when I raise my head to listen.
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The World Cries Out
The world spins in chaos and defiance Armageddon on the horizon, yet the day dawns anyway Fields of war rumble as the hordes approach And even the king rides out this night to battle.
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The Sky Threatens Rain
It’s a memory of dim light When I saw you on the stairs And entered the warmth of a world where you existed…
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You, Like the Rising Moon
You like the rising moon give light to this land Shrouded in night unending Windows are opening to let in the cool breeze Playing with the shadows you cast…
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Townsend Lane
At the end of the topmost branch our precipice awaits Swaying with the music of the wind These clouds passing by would surely catch us Already we have lain among them and watched the world.
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Nothing as Quiet
Nothing as quiet as the moment after the fireworks stop No darkness as absolute as that which fills the space where light was.
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Mitchel David Ring 