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Tomahawk: Facing the Deep

from Odds​-​n​-​Ends by Jeff Sampson

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TOMAHAWK: FACING THE DEEP

walking toward a fading treasure, resigned to the lessons of my pace,
the tines of losing restore surrender.

there is no flavor, there is no taste beneath the hidden story as cobbled wisdom, migrant storms unite to blast another theory.

perhaps a star will shine through the clouds tonight as may the river rise in shadows over light.

a classic case of nurture misguided by blind misogyny;
pretending warriors don't happen without a war to oversee.
timeless colors carefully deployed remain devoid of warmth;
heating moods resembling flameless torches marching solemn without discernible movement.

although the road goes ever on there comes a time when our ashes greet us and our shadows catch us aware of no one there to share.

you can't have it all and that doesn't stop you from trying.
you're ignoring the toll as the bells peel payment from the dying.
patterns near your shielded eyes reflect the grace of painted masks;
pretend there are no buried lies or peel the cover far beyond the sound and ask.
there's a path of infinite seclusion finding it's way through halls of illusion where last is indifferent and first is a lie.
there's a laugh of inefficiency tightly armored with complacency where bewildered are shuttered behind a very blind eye.

corpses rising relive the treason,
play the game, pretend you never cared.
studied reasons, plastic seasons remove the game that was never meant to sharing.
an action seen as hesitation, an action seen as degradation,
seen as normal conflagration in relationships -
teach them to behave.

although the road goes ever on there comes a time when our ashes greet us and our shadows catch us aware of no one there to share.
although the road goes ever on there comes a time when our shadows catch us and our ashes greet us aware of no one there to share.
although the road goes ever on there comes a time when our ashes catch us and our shadows greet us aware of no one there to share.
although the road goes ever on there comes a time when our shadows greet us and our ashes catch us aware of no one there to share.

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from Odds​-​n​-​Ends, released April 9, 2018

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Jeff Sampson Colorado

no-rules/ progressive/ electronic/ experimental/ improvised and constructed

“...like being stuck inside a huge, haunted castle, straight out of Poe or Lovecraft, where nameless terrors await the unwary.”
— Cyclic Defrost

“...as if groaned by a lethargic vampire singer. ”
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