Beautiful Loser
Successful
at failure
Whose wins
are lost
His battles
ridden
And conquests
gone
He tilts at
windmills
Where roads
dead end
All hope
inclement
As tears
— befriend
**
Primal Ordained
Looking
into the eyes
of a wolf
Is like staring
into
your soul
Not human
or animal
but primal ordained
Releasing
your fear
— his kinship foretold
**
The Sawtooths
The Sky
is the frame
that forever defines us
Our peaks
but a silhouette
in the last of its light
Horizon
to horizon
we sit at the center
Our summit’s
in reverence
— to its shining delight
**
At The End
You can’t manage
what can never be measured
Or hold tight
to what can’t be contained
In the beginning
you never win the race
Only at the end
— victory proclaimed
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An Anthology Of Perception 