Lynch lake

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Bright Winter iced lake

Sun warms Eagle above snow

Bluest of cold skies

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Thoth’s Scale

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How many people have i done things to

How many people have i done things for

How many times have i done nothing

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Mute Thoughts

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Man could wrap his arms around creation

If he bothered to maintain a line

Back to the beginning

Though, in fact,

Our arms are shorter

Than our legs

Since most can’t remember

The ground they touched today

If anyone touched ground at all

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Single

Rust colored pine needle

Balancing upright

Upon the marbled slate-blue iced over lake

Framed at the edges in deep glittering snow

Binding Spruce into great flowing columns

Anchoring an embracing domed azure sky

Crested by the blinding-white golden Sun

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WhoDunIt

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Mystery romances the lost

Ginning what truth remains

of a seed

long after it germinates

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Celebrating each revealed truth

As gospel

fresh from the makers lips

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Until as fire purifies ash

is the acorn found

in the flames of reason

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