Friday Quad

Beautiful Loser

Successful

at failure

Whose wins

are lost

His battles

ridden

And conquests

gone

He tilts at

windmills

Where roads

dead end

All hope

inclement

As tears

— befriend

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Primal Ordained

Looking

into the eyes

of a wolf

Is like staring

into

your soul

Not human

or animal

but primal ordained

Releasing

your fear

— his kinship foretold

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The Sawtooths

The Sky

is the frame

that forever defines us

Our peaks

but a silhouette

in the last of its light

Horizon

to horizon

we sit at the center

Our summit’s

in reverence

— to its shining delight

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 At The End

You can’t manage

what can never be measured

Or hold tight

to what can’t be contained

In the beginning

you never win the race

Only at the end

— victory proclaimed

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