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Standing on the precipice of an abyss Blues and greens swirl and fade to black Plummeting depths swallow and compress In the distance an isolated pillar Coated against the extremities Stone faced and granite Statuesque and alone – Beneath lies the seething current Life’s blood flows Ebbing with the moon Tidal and subject Whims the only direction With eruption as the single verifiable outcome Only cold winds blow there now – Aching for lost relations Scattered family covering the west Each with deep memories Recessed and withdrawn Vast cavernous systems Delve into the very foundations Broken dreams of reunion Erode in the harsh and unforgiving weather –
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Jan 20, 2016
Jan 20, 2016 at 4:45 PM UTC
Crater Lake as Metaphor
Standing on the precipice of an abyss Blues and greens swirl and fade to black Plummeting depths swallow and compress In the distance an isolated pillar Coated against the extremities Stone faced and granite Statuesque and alone – Beneath lies the seething current Life’s blood flows Ebbing with the moon Tidal and subject Whims the only direction With eruption as the single verifiable outcome Only cold winds blow there now – Aching for lost relations Scattered family covering the west Each with deep memories Recessed and withdrawn Vast cavernous systems Delve into the very foundations Broken dreams of reunion Erode in the harsh and unforgiving weather –
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Jan 20, 2016
Jan 20, 2016 at 4:45 PM UTC
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