Micropoetry 11-26-2020

vengeful
in the darkness
we sleep well
in the silence
of its glare

~

the red river flows
along the channels we cannot see
as we reach for the crown

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this silent earth
where the voices of the angels
exist somewhere
sight unseen

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at the end of the book
where all the words
are neatly wrapped
and the story told
has become a myth
that guides our lives

~

in the light
that falls in endless directions
I reach out for the One
that sings to us
as we wander
the earth below

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