Kristan Taylor, Tiny Goldmine

You scanned the area as if it were the first time you had plundered Your timing was crystalline: the last moments of light, the broken bulb on top of the totem A surge of parking lot birds echoing in the crisp summer air announced the magic hour These were trying times, so said a fool…

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Priscilla Rice, Loba (Self-Sacrifice, Self-Love)

It was the night my totem appeared in a dream A she-wolf, una loba, who stood outside the door I was inside with my ex, and I could hear the rasp of her voice The agony, echoing in the dark and the howls of lament and rabia,  The cadence of her heart, in sync with…

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KshounishBhadra-Bhaduri,

the agony of my clear, crystalline heart which i daub with the echoing tears of our release i stumbled away from our destiny the design of my soul plundered by your behest a revelation i reached far too late the interminable timing of your laugh, once a thing of grace, now a rasp as the…

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Rylee Moore, A Disclosure On Life

Life is hard by design.  Thrown together like a daub painting, life is short of grace. The innocent are plundered of all the means they had to reach their destiny. Left with no chance, it’s clear the only solution is to venture further into the depths of the unknown.  I am a fool. I was…

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des Anges Cruser, Decision

As I scanned my options to prevail,  A crystalline memory did ascend. Agony, with a clear lugubrious cadence,  Raked like a rasp across my soul. Echoing from a portend Of a destiny not fulfilled, A call to grace does bubble up, That I, a fool, do daub and filter. I will not let it thrive…

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Marisa Adame, social media: a lament

agony of the echoing fool, fulfilled only by the revelation of plundered grace. with such crystalline cadence, you design my destiny. you can’t stand on stumbled feet, yet you somehow thrive within the timing of my trying to find totem within your last behest. I spend my days hoping to defy you. without your filter,…

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PW Covington, The Cadence of Revelation

The cadence of revelation is echoingFrom DNA to Do Not Disturb     as clear as destinyAnd we ascend the crystalline totem without filter We scanned the heavens and horizonWe struggled to stand in the fulfilled grace of agony     and plundered the last behest of the ancientsWith a daub of design forced upon…

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Clint De Camp, Journey

It’s the agony of this venture, I’m trying to ascend. Behest, the totems call. Love’s cadence has perfect timing. One more chance to thrive. So clear my urge to surge. Crystalline path, still I stumbled. Daub in blood, still I stand. Change design, mistakes scanned. Is destiny my revelation? My work echoing under rasp? No…

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Adam Mahout, The Last City of Pomegranates

Chance the clear cadence of destiny echoing  past the last city of pomegranates  plundered by grace; stand as a fool, fulfilled, at the edge of this agony and ascend its twisted stair like those who stumbled among the stars only to fall again into the sea. What of this venture prevails in the muted rasp…

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Olivia Hadams, When Black Magic Lives

With agony, she stumbled Scanned the crystalline shoreline for a venture of her design To behest her potential  Surge her chance into Fate’s heel Stand firm in destiny fulfilled A dream birthed from purpose revealed Revelation to thrive,  Echoing voices from the afterlife Grace placed blessings on her ancestor’s totem Timing told them She’s the…

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