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The Rope Dancer

The world, a hollow husk on strings,
begs for the vitality it once entrusted.
Countless efforts shine like stars in the night,
while the sun silently hides, claiming to be a star itself.
Be not silent in that darkness, but,
loud enough to fill that space,
to name it – or at least replace it with dreams.

When you wake, wake with open eyes ready.
The end, random probabilities,
radiant whispers in reality
bright enough to see, bright enough to pursue,
labor over and finally celebrate;
having met the source of the echo you once were.

Those sounds we make resonate.
All want a voice that enjoys being heard,
climbing over them in toccata only welcomes discord.
Listen long enough to find the harmony,
make music you can be proud of,
songs that will be heard long after you’ve gone quiet.

The Rot

A strange beast hides amongst the trees
waiting                            patiently
while the world –
                     the world grows around it.
Cradling it,
in flora             and                     fauna,
until that darkness
                                   is
                                       unrecognizable
…only the foul stench remains.

Above,
            the clouds break-
                                            the sun stretches again,
the errant thought of that rot abandoned
                                                  to the weeds,
the corruption it hides
                        left in the soil

far beneath.
                       The day continues with a calm wind…

A late summer afternoon will find
many friends in the forest-
                                                weaving through the green
in    waves   of shadow and tufts of grass;
The harsh sun
                        a gentle hand reaching
through the canopy
            combing the coat of the earth.

It pauses a moment
when brushed against that malignance;

that strange beast that hides amongst the trees
born of those it never sees

The Frontier

It waits for us in the forest
festering amongst the trees
the patient infection subdued;
an evil one seldom sees.

The oak and the pine sound anxious
ardent wind ignores their cries
wrapped around the best like ivy
searching us with ivory eyes.

We carved the beast from bone remains
rooted out from bloodied fields
tooled to honor those we slaughtered
resigned to stay safely sealed.

Time gifts the beast greater power
posturing it for the war
in which we had been the monsters
killing for land and much more.

Our victory in the battle
baneful for all that is good
gifted us unfounded wisdom
while our death waits in the woods.