Our Mountain’s Siege

Picture This Place picked apart Piece by piece By a glacial Machine Letting forests Like moss creep Through Ice jacked Cracks in the Granite greybacks Slow saw chain teeth Cut as earth breathes As some mountain pass Gaps fill with glass An argent surface Of liquid canvas Pouring water falls Against an eternal siege

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Central

Central Out on plains A wasteland Of painted dirt Of dirt roads Of pathways of dust And mountainous Track through the Teeth of cascadia A blackgull’s call Echoes from the top Of the hill’s peak When you peek over The edge To see A new landscape A different horizon Of paint Of dust Of aContinue reading “Central”

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