Hunter Hansen

The batteries of powder as they drive
Through a clearing; have and have not survive
A tale of tempest and tempest’s tale
Telling of the trees that stood when the winds prevail
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Consider my surroundings; the snow-capped lava stones
Freckling the landscape pristine, a whited glassy sheen
Glistening with reflections on a sharpened sky of blue
And shimmering with frigid stillness, sunshine no warmth bears
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The axe through the wooden piles plows through
Cleaving, a wintry fog and dry rain leaving,
And chips of timber and clovers left in silence pondering
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The apple peeler
Is a handy contraption and a
Knife fighting trick
That pains far worse than
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As my body, pierced, stripped and bleeding
Dragged on a circuit around my walled city
Of indefatigable resolve
I lay wounded, dying, hurried
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Having lost myself in wandering
Watching one estranged conductor leading
Some symposium of roses
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A stunning denouement, a riposte
Like flaming posts in the Garden of Eden
Left me bleeding
And still needing, in need of still
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As dreamt on the fringe of light decaying
Mourning the snow falling in rain
Melting in hearts split apart by distance
Joined by voice
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October ushers forth its own fangéd dreams
Sinking its sharpened teeth into the lushness of the future,
As with cadences of moonlight falling, as do the deceased
Raindrops continue to rain over those who in their silent
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Vignettes and oubliettes
With curios stacked upon a buttered shelf
And myself
Strolling amid the raindrops on mournful descent
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Fabrications
On a theme
And its variants
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The dawn anew rose, riding in on a glazed
Trumpeting blast: ballast of fury, immolation,
Sunlight in gentle slumber hidden within the stars
Only slightly, as the earth continues turning
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A mellow dramatic shift precluding
Anticipation of return
To lonely long distances between
Horizons spanning wind and wilderness
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In this you show me I have won
With ever so subtle subtleties
Unknown to common man
The riddle begins
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If by light divine, radiance doth continue shining
Moment by fragmentary moment
A paradise of slivered shivers chilling from splendor
In diaphanous diadems aplenty
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The wide road to the edge leads to a place no one wishes to find
And only one step leads to journeys of unfathomable lengths
All it takes is one spark to set a forest alight, one word to start a burning love
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