On our descent the winds shifted and hid the world we were returning to under haze and smoke of distant fires...
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The Burden of the Sky
The Wind Speaks of Silent Things
Toward the Witching Hour
For Now
There’s Work to Be Done
Here in the cityWe all walk as oneThe gold light of eveningFades with the sunDisappear into doorwaysUntil there are noneRest up for the morningThere’s work to be done. Away from green pasturesToward concrete we runBeneath metal-framed ceilingsThe victory we’ve wonThe threads of our storyAre already spunRest up for the morningThere’s work to be done. Original… Continue reading There’s Work to Be Done