Each day, the mountain rises higher;

the boulder, ever larger -

and yet, as he struggles against the gods' eternal punishment,

the whisper inside is what he always deigns to hear:

“You must trust hope, and persevere.”

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Petals, broken, the flower bends

but refuses to remain forever, unforgotten

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Finger-wag, if you will:

the tone of the voice still hovers near madness

Reproach the past; we slide into a sort of sadness -

If this is the best we've got, then the best we've got is not enough

and we, the people, paint this world with the dull ink of drabness

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Every precipice - crumbling/ steadfast/ unknown — offers up a view-line vista from which a horizon emerges, subtle coordinates where a map of the known and unknown, converges

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All is ephemeral - Nothing is permanent

A scribbler in the modern age leaves such little trace

just small marks fading on a canvas of forgotten page

A hard drive gathers what might become lost

A password forgotten; the hard drive, tossed

Jetsam and flotsam and poems stuffed beneath the floor

Historians of the future will wonder of the likes of us, forevermore

All is ephemeral - Nothing is permanent

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Along the edge of every fold, the lined creases of a poem's paper, softens

Words once barbed like wire have long since settled into fade, a horizon embracing the day

She holds the crane, gentle, fingers folding, quiet, in the listening of the past, then tucks it safe away

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The worst thing about the political game?

Those cursed candidates running on lies for fame

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Ten tassels moving in synchronized motion

the head bobs in a bid of prayer, silent devotion

in finding quiet, rhythm playing waves of restless ocean;

Eyes open, now, the moment becoming emotion

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Dream-talker, you're a sleepwalker, a wanderer of words, a vestibule of verse, a keeper of myths and with this notion, you wake, aware now of time, dancing, the way the day's always set in forward motion

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Stone walls, crumbling;

the past, tumbling

into the present,

and with these hands,

we rebuild the future

together

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