Art and Artists of the Latter Earth

From rivers of sleep, the shaman creeped into the divide.
Carving hope with a flashing light rope and a beast to ride.
Leave no trail of ghosts or tears;
split the landscape from the fears.

A tiger never to be tethered to the mundane road.
Transformed with a wink and wish, now leads to the unknown.
Answers do not haunt this path,
questions fade like sunset's paint.

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Canyon's edge and gully's stare
bridged by change of microcosm.
Should the world inside grow dry,
find new water in macrocosm.

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