In the Borderlands

I walk always the line between here and there Two worlds spilling in and out of one another Lights sparking into darkness and waves that lull me further away...

Flight

Hidden beneath falling ash,Eyes closed, counting heartbeatsShattered glass like falling rainShimmers in the wind  Overhead the Watcher circlesDrawing closer, ever closerCarried by the winds of angerToward the light of breaking day  The clouds are fed by smokestacksThat tower overhead andSpew forth the breath of machinesToiling beneath the barren fields  A slow march of drones proceeds... Continue Reading →

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