Cowered

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My mind cowered
Before this eldritch soul
Blinded with wet unknowing
Running and falling
For any escape
From its own reflection
Yet depth, a terror
Your heart accepted,
Opened the wandering way
To the good earth below
A heroic home
Where the patter of fear and feeling
Could nourish the ephemerals
Blooming beneath
My dread of forever
To glow closer
To what I now name
Courage

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“Taiga”

Doer and Dreamer, happy anywhere the snow flies.