Shrouded in grey mist,
Sparks dreams and aspirations,
Rising to great heights.
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Thomas Durbin
Raised in rural east-central Illinois, I appreciate nature and the environment. I'm a professional engineer-scientist, poet, stoic, minimalist, conservationist, inventor, costumer, historian, traveler, volunteer, and author.
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Descent
Descent is not a collapse. It is a deliberate return, a controlled lowering of altitude after the sky has done its work. You come back to the ground slowly, intentionally, carrying the clarity you earned in the thin air. The world rises to meet you with all its familiar weight, but you are not the same person who left it. Gravity reaches for you with the confidence of an old habit, expecting you to slip back into the shapes you once held, but altitude has altered your outline. You feel the pull, but you do not mistake it for belonging.
By Elisa Wontorcik7 days ago in Poets
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