Surge of Triumph

Tension’s electric As it calmly builds. Building static. Running. Not looking back. This is over Coasts and Heartlands, Over mountains And fields Of grand design. It surges: Flash and thunder Alters flesh And bone into Light itself. Bands of tendons. Now gunsmoke As they action And fire. Time’s come To run, Unsure, Wayward. Peaceful woodsContinue reading “Surge of Triumph”

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