A Circular Trip - [Weekly Poem, 2-6-1992]
A Circular Trip
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As we travel deeper, further,
into the Forest of Mist,
the echo of violence slowly dies away
leaving only piercing silence.
We quietly wander through the silence
without direction, arriving upon
a golden glassy land
where
the sky is transparent blue,
clear.
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Allowing the clash of day and night to commence,
the sun bloody, a copper orange,
retreating,
grudgingly awaiting their next battle-
this one lost.
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We move on,
on into another scene.
Entering the mouth of a majestic
Grand Canyon -
where the burden of time is trying.
Here we pray to Gods.
We pray everything into being,
for it is not real until it is first believed.
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The Eagle cries,
the arrow flies,
and someone dies.
The Circle of Time
will always come around
when it scents death,
like a vulture circling high over its prey,
something speeding up a creatures destiny.
02-06-1992
(creation date of poem)
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