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The Curtain of Obscurity
by Michael Plante I am a product of governmental ignorance.Designed and molded by an outdated church.So the stage is set.You are the audience; I am the antagonist.The curtain of obscurity rises, and the play begins.The price for this show was your vote,instilled by the same government that wrote the play. My appearance is distastefulmy performance…
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Where Angels Rest Their Wings
by Michael Plante I dream of a place where angels rest their wings.A place where stars fall from abovelanding upon the hands of grace.Each star wished upon and blown back to the heavenstwinkling in the night skyas dreamers rest in silent slumber. I dream of a time where colors exist in harmony.Fields of crayons await…
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19 Years Sober
by Michael Plante Recovery is a journey.Ups and downsTrials and tribulations.Successes and failures.Darkness and light. It was my Ego that kept me out there so long.My refusal to admit I was wrong.The Creator deflates the Ego by offering death.It was something I didn’t want to test. Surrender is only defeat of an idea that I…
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Where Flowers Rest
by Michael Plante There’s a field where flowers come to rest:the sun shines as if only for them.Cascading winds sways the soulrhythmically as one they enactyet as a smile they are unique. I met a flower before her restshe shone a light just for me.She told me of a beautiful placeawaiting us all; her belief…
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The Howling Wake Returns
by Michael Plante The howling wake returned an answerto a riddle I asked many years ago.The feather did falter and was lost in the nightnever to return to the river’s edge. The incumbent star of spirits passedholds secure the lasting lightforever reminding uswhere the river is. Trickery or tomfoolery trips the mindstumbling behind the shadows…
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