
my hands carry scenes
from a different winter
stiff with memories
yet to come
blood crust blades the snow
windswept carved the land
why only the never?
antlers stand silent of stone

my hands carry scenes
from a different winter
stiff with memories
yet to come
blood crust blades the snow
windswept carved the land
why only the never?
antlers stand silent of stone
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like any fool
i remain clueless
watching maple seeds
helicopter from
sky to grass
wondering if,
like unspoken words,
they have any
intent
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tonight i might try
dancing barefoot
spinning & yearning
for a dark angel dreaming
with that mark of moth
bare shoulder worn
just to see her smile
all grey the ravens
under the trysting moon
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In case you were unaware and sat there wondering, “I wonder if this Michael Raven chap is up for a bit of collaborative something or another…” — let it be known that I generally am up for combining energies to make something bigger than I can do on my own, provided the chemistry is there.
There are a ton of possibilities:
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darksky grey a’coming
rumble her clouded head
sparks sent across
flint on steel in bed
twisting her sheets
around bare calf & thigh
darksky grey a’coming
through her evernight
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