Find your core. Lengthen your stride.
Bathe in starlight, be one with the night.
Pick up the mantle, don your crown.
Follow the crows; they know the way down.
Rally your friends, straddle the sound.
Call on wisps to soften your frown.
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Dumping Grounds
PoetrySometimes when you are dumping your mind, poetry arises. In this anthology, travel with me to dreamy places or the dark corners of my mind, perhaps invoking the writer in you. I hope these pieces speak to you in some way as they have to me. Dumping...
