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The Weathered Sandstone
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A weathered sandstone
Marks the trailhead
Too burdensome by far
To be borne alone
It was set by many hands
Many years ago
This centuried inheritance
Mystery’s whispers on the wind
Any wisdom worth its eminence
Will turn to dust at the brazen word
I guard time for the thread emerald
Against these brazen acquisitive times
All around me the perennial
Trappings of anxious minds
I keep time with the pulse emerald
Amidst these towering pines
As I walk I dream lyrical
I see and I see just beyond
I guard time for the thread emerald
Against these brazen acquisitive times
I keep time with the pulse emerald
Amidst these towering pines
All along now, on my journey
Introspective mistwise turnings
Not from anger or from sorrow
But in wonder at the sandstone
And I wonder at
The planters of these towering hemlock
And I wonder at
Who placed this stone
And I wonder at
Gifts bestowed upon a century later
And what many forms my gratitude my take
A weathered sandstone
Marks the trailhead
Too burdensome by far
To be borne alone
It was set by many hands
Many years ago
The path bursts out of the trees
Into a vast sweeping valley beneath
On this day, the welkin sings
Its words clouded, fresh in the wind
Experienced rather than heard
And understood all the more deeply
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Tomorrow's Thundering
05:48
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Burn brighter than the sun!
Through you the day is won
From wood to the stream
From shore to the mount
A snarling pack at my heels
Hounded I have become
By the gnashing, thrashing
Wolves of victory herself
My thunder is their quest
But it is mine! In my chest!
It is mine to behold!
And it is mine to hurl!
Into the great depths of the unknown
Into the hands that heave this stone
It is mine, and I shall release it
In my own time.
Through the dawn, blasting on
Even the winds cannot best you
Shale weight, heavy gait
Heave it across the water!
Burn brighter than the sun!
Through you the day is won!
As we leave behind must and mould
So too are forgotten flesh and bone
The lightning we so dearly hold
Is but fodder in the clutches of wolves
What is lost still sits and sits deep
Where lay our midwinter dreams
Where lay our warm April rains
There you will find what’s forgotten
When pulse recovers,
I breathe deep in weathered wood
I stand and brace in flowing winter falls
And the weather systems build again
For tomorrow’s thundering
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Excelsior
11:01
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The nexus is eternal
Few know its place
Bridging the realms
Of ice and fire
The ice and the wind have taught you
To bear the cold
To run from the warmth of the fire
To light only half the soul
Inch toward the fire
We’ve naught but open flame
Feel the ice slither off
Your shoulders and your name
Excelsior, Icemind!
Up through the snows!
Into the endless winter!
Your only cry across leagues of ice,
Your only cry - Excelsior!
You are searching, you wintry outrider
Through the lands of blizzard and numbing winds
For fine flakes of ice to incise and divide
To see what truly lies at the heart of winter
Oh but, you see, the heart of winter
Cannot be found in the flakes themselves
Oh but it is in the symphony
Together only they perform!
Orchestral movements;
Flake without blizzard
Is like blizzard without flake
Your eyes are cold with ice
You see and hear no symphony
Though you walk on this green earth
You see the plains of the dead
Under your ice
Faded are the glories of the world
Snuffed is the candle of your identity
Withered are the vines of your vitality
But there is a place
Where the hearth warms because the ice cannot
There is a place
Where the ice cuts because the hearth cannot
Where ice and fire exist in balance
Follow me if you dare
Excelsior! You know this word!
It has used you across the ages!
Now use it for yourself, for those around you!
Melt the chains and wield the icespear!
You warrior-sage!
Excelsior! Nearing the summit at last!
From the peak you can see the nexus.
Cast your eyes upon the land
Descend the sun’s side of the mountain
I can no longer lead you!
Here you must go alone!
Under the night sky you will arrive
At the nexus of the realms
Warrior-sage
Now with these free hands
These arms of fire,
This heart of living flesh
This mind of razor yet of summer glade
This body of brazen hunter yet of the land
I listen in the places
With no trace of our hand
In the rare charmed lands
Where its travellers sought
To understand, to heal
Not to make their mark
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