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    Caribou Paths

    Deep, ancestral paths imprinted in their being,Caribou drift across the tundra, following—flowing over the broad shoulders of the land,moving with a timeless rhythm, a living river.But through time, a continuous migration,to imprint the silence of a million hooves,secrets of...

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    Shrinks to Shallow

    Soil shrinks to shallow  beneath the sour mash Each pulse an adieu   with echo in the bone Solemn and deep   a ghost in silhouette Soil shrinks to shallow

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  • it's not easy being me

    It’s not easy being me.Most people never realize it.I move through different circlesthose who think deeplyand those who don’tunbothered by their intelligence,or lack of it.I’m sharp, quick-witted, often funny,able to talk about almost anything:politics, sports, culture, Trumpall the surface-level...

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    • I am with you, my friend. What ever happened to depth? Conversations these days are akin to eating chocolate shell while forgetting about the ice cream. It’s why poets like you exist – to remind us of these things. Thoughtful and excellent write!

    • We never really know how people perceive us. We go out of our way to put our best foot forward, but somehow our demeanor gets lost in the translation. Staying true to yourself is your survival. It’s all we have at the end of the day. Take care, Peter!

    • Powerfully penned, Peter. Excellent write my friend. I can relate, I used to get caught up in wondering how others perceived me. It will drive you crazy going down the rabbit hole. Being we’re not able to hop in one another’s minds, it only leaves one to assume. And assumptions are the mother of all fuck ups, mainly because it’s impossible to for any human to be 100% accurate. It’s best to stay true to your moral compass and always trust your gut. That’s just my opinion though. Take care brother. Appreciate you.

      Damian

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    Soft Willow Bends

    Soft willow bends to trace the river's seam,unraveling the path where currents glide.Two wings descend—a flash of cobalt blue—to stitch the water drawing silver through.Dark silk, while willow secrets softly weep,as cobalt wings ascend towards the sun,Leaving the willow...

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    Golden Horizon

    Look what a hot ember it is! Dipped into a fiery horizon from which hell screams, torching a bleeding cold blue sky.   The barricade of night, thawed into a limp mold can no longer hold a form upheld by nocturnal façades.   Tis’ a day of new beginnings. Why...

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