Timothy Schulz


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Monolith and Remnant

Gilded girders kris a cross,

razing from nature,

a telecom tower

of rooting power.

It stands a man-made capital,

a violent vacation of nature,

firmly faceted to outlast thyme.

But nature is also steadfast.

51 carrion crows caw,

settled at the spire.

The murder awaits.

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Immersed

Physically formed, thick thought  surrounds her.

Consciousness caught, time ticks  mulling by.

Steeping , submerged     in the viscous emulsion of dream.

Lullingly immersed into tranquil contentment with self,

She seemingly sleeps in her stare of emergence.

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