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Ignorant of the Highs, or The Moon’s Dirty Trick
The tide has fallen. I missed its rise, was ignorant of its retreat, but I feel its ebb. I know only of its heights by the high water line, higher than I now sit. I wonder did the tide carry me gently, floating, still on its surface cradled in its motherly caress, or was I Continue reading
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The End of Progress’s March, or Hope in the Winds of Change
We’re all waiting for the whirlwind. Walking, head down, through the driving rain, hoping the wind will change so we can lift our heads and give thanks again. The sun beats down, breaking skin to cracks, minds to delirium. Through the waving shimmers of cast back radiance we still look up and think to put Continue reading
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Where is Pan, or The God We Overlook
A group of adolescents stand, bottle in hand, chaos behind the eyes, malice on the tongue, screaming “Pan! Why have you forsaken your sons? The world cares not for you, we are all that’s left of your legacy!” And they believe this to be true. An old man sits, not far down the road, though Continue reading
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So it begins…
I am a man standing in the ruins of many ages of progress. Certainly one may argue that we currently reside in the greatest age of progress since the renaissance, but one could just as easily argue that what we are deeming progress will ultimately be our destruction, rendering the term “progress” at best inaccurate. Continue reading
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Ruins of Renaissance 