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The Last Conclave
“tall stacks signal pride
as rising black smoke broadcasts
my home’s fall from grace…”





“Anger splits my soul
as fear powers dark machines…”
“…She nurtures our vast, growing tree
And I am her deep—endless river”
“Be the clear voice and purest grace
of an effervescent—babbling brook…”
“When my fractured skies
rain sharp shards of azure glass…
“Science secures hope
our future’s vast wealth and health…”
“our furry childred
fetch purpose with loyalty…”
“…I stuff the monsters from news
beneath our tall bed…”
“our yard flourishes
diverse birds spin love with song”
“life is good—beneath
serene—healing shades
of apricot trees…”
“angst drowns me in fear
till lunar dreams flood my night…”
“tangled in the hands of time
worn by indefatigable tides
my reckoning was mingled in lies…”
“from above—a moderate distance—
earth’s spirit is shrouded in azure grace
her soul is patched with emerald quilts…”
“sacred rivers sing
touching cold trembling waters…”
“wildflowers paint
lonesome deserts with sprinkles…”
“tall stacks signal pride
as rising black smoke broadcasts
my home’s fall from grace…”
“is there anything that can heal a body
simpler than morning walks in the spring…”
“our home awakens
when she enters its warm nest…”
“as bright as sun
as sure as stars
as dogged as fire…”
“one angry magpie
chases countless birds away…”
“oblivion is a pallid poem…”