Tag: journey
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Autumn
how many leaves will fall in golden forests before my heart breaks and does not mend? how many autumn nights must I feel on my skin before they do not stay me and the dying proceeds without thought or need to capture transience? again and again a moonlit sky lies over woodland ways and dark…
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like waking
like waking on a gray morningknowing the sun will scatterbehind shreds of cloudwill find itself encapsulateda thousand thousandfacets of a breaking stormyou came with the windover fallow landsdragging the night behind youwith songs for the deadon your lipsnow and thenstooping to pick flowersand the river beside yourushed awayin search of the sea
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leviathan
it’s dead alreadyfloatingcarried by momentumleviathan driftinga broken thingin silhouetteagainst the sun
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It’s Always Raining Here
It’s always raining here, a secret language falling steady, collected in stone basins…
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We’ll Be Back
In another life with glasses raised and fire in our throats to keep us warm through the night…
Mitchel David Ring 