Tanner Brockwell

for dark of storm
by tanner brockwell

for dark of storm
the unrecalled
the tender boast
the almost lost
and dark as storm
still find the light
dark is not where you delight
but the far floating clouds
are flying still
the roaring space
with moist drops
inconstance
incorrigible
in flux

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imagine a morning
by tanner brockwell

imagine a morning
where the suns glinting rays
above this vastness
rise to say
all is quiet so far below
the hush is hush’
there is never a rush
for cares for passing
all are changing
in flux
in transition
in the hop between steps
into the dust

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