Intermediary Scribe

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original poetry
by @d-pend
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with photos
by Cezar Mart

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If even for the space of eyeless bat,
Communing with the spectres;
I saw into the matrix heart of fog—
Retrieve me from the brink.

Along the summit trail, lithe early morn
When sunlight slumbers still,
I float with halting gait through dreamèd grove
Where beauty thought entrains.

If only I the glyphs of voidless sun
Could brand in mental skeining,
Preserve the other world with gesture rich:
Prevent the land to fade.

Perhaps the gap between could live with wings,
And I its feathering scribe—
Bestow upon our land a yearning verse
To bridge the heart between.

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   I. Black Butte Cabin [cropped]
   II. Valley Before Dawn
   III. Woodburn Fogs