Delicately etched features 
mark the guise of the benevolent leader.
Each contrivance a stratagem:
A lie but not a lie,
a truth but also a fiction.
A palpable fragility hangs in the air
contained within its enclosure.
In here everything moves, aware,
the smallest disturbance threatens a monumental fracture.

It moves effortlessly along
a handcrafted trail well tread.
Greed is satiated ...

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My feelings have become as a violent undertow,
ripping, turning and abducting things from where they belong.
I live in the waters between
the surface and this treacherous maelstrom -
aware, but far enough away to not be lost to its vigour.
Yet submerged, doomed to never partake
in the sweet succour of the wind that drives the waves above.
Often my mind and heart dive below
and struggle aga...

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It comes as a wave 
and I hold my breath in anticipation of...

What was once dormant 
has awoken amidst a raging wildfire.
She...her...mine...ours.

Expanding, contracting
unbearably near.
Eyes through a crack in the door,
lightning in the void,
this world will burn forevermore.

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Oh I could taste the colours,
hear your thoughts and trail
my fingers through the clouds.
The air fecund with sound,
a symphony of harmonious odours.

Now, they have lost their flavour,
silence where there was once an eternal dialogue.
The skies bereft of depth.
Sequestered aromas whittle
a threadbare tune without accompaniment.

Tomorrow, colours will be but colours,
thoughts a mere ...

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In the distance you can hear them:
whispers from the future of promises perpetually unfulfilled.
Behind you a collage
the image they create is one of doubt
and you will look back 
over those distant fields of the past,
tempted to run through them again
touching the tall grass as you pass on through.

The air is filled with the smells of spring:
those fragrant simple beginnings
beneath t...

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My words are talismans,
vessels with which I transport
my dreams through time.
Their journey never began,
nor will it ever end.
The vessels will age,
the meanings will change,
the intent will be lost.

Yet, their true power was never on the page,
it was born before they were written.
The words are merely the clues,
the power is not on the page:
The page is the portal,
the words are...

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It begins with the soil
the foundations already half dug,
preparing to receive.
As if it desires us to connect with it,
to join, to hold and to settle.
The building of the structure of life is an elaborate mirage:
It is rooted and limited,
we covet the unchanging...
observe, catch, consume, possess, grow, repeat...die.

I see it now as a passer-by,
its walls stained by its desire to rem...

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It longs to draw a breath from above the surface,
the hunger burns and rages,
a pitch black flame that swallows the light.
In the darkness of its being
its thirst can never be quenched.
It desires to cascade, uncontrolled through the forests
that cling to the slopes of the mountain
in a pilgrimage to summit its precarious peaks.

The flame too joins the march, 
its impatience...ravenous;
...

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He dreams of being...then he awakens again.
A motion stirs- inhaling, exhaling;
These intial breaths encumbered by the birth of awareness.
A disturbance, from which crests and valleys form 
collide in perpetual motion.
A fleeting dance culminating in an embrace,
a consolation,
for their eternal loss and rebirth at the hands of time-
their progenitor, their enemy.
Timeless, they long to re...

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You are far but you are here.
I can hear you breath in the in-between.
I am here,
ever waiting to be touched.
My entire being is but a timepiece,
counting down,
until you return,
lovingly,
you and I,
Earth and Sky.

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