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A

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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Systolic Light

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At rest ◊ No activity ◊ Asleep

Mundane

Conserving energy ◊ Memory off ◊ Disconnected

Empty

-The Flat Line between Beats-

Pulses of energy

Compelling movement

With a drum roll of heartbeats

Generating

Coursing visuals

Dictating pen

Leather bound Tablet

Creating

Hamilcar’s Javelin

Thrown into the void

Sparking upon impact

Illumination

Balance & Peace

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Plea before the Bench

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Ahhhhh…

Blank page

Before my eyes again

Challenger of my Soul

Is it you that guides me

Towards fate

Will you be my judge

In the end

Sarcasm    Dreams

Hate    Love

Apathy    Religion

Drool    Wisdom

Upon your skin

I testify

Of these things

I am guilty

Who I am

and what I’ve done

For good

And the bad

Whether you acquit me

Or condemn

I thank you

Though not for your verdict

As much as you presence

You dear page

Who bears my weight

When I cannot

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Writing

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A passion fueled by prey

An attempt at survival

Lurking midnight mists

Congeal into the shaggy form

Of a hungry mind

This hunting twilight beast

At first an unnerving presence

Then

A weighted force

Rending flesh

Bleeding ink

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Write Now

Ode to a moment

Put to the pen.

History forged

In the present.

More than a memory.

It’s a tale of perspective.

Evidence of emotion

Or thought.

The conclusion of

A moment.