Patterns That Weave Us Together During Holy Wars.
If we were to focus on the minutia to understand, which I often do, we might see more human-sized patterns in all the wreckage, the carnage.
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Sung Home: Chapter Eighteen. {fiction}
I felt like Alice walking through the looking glass, or more likely, down a really big rabbit hole. Or into a hobbit home.
Tombs. {poetry}
Tie my acres of veins around the globe
Marking our compass path of the future
The roads of the path like rough guitar strings,
leading the way out into the pulsing planet