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14 Peaks

From the beginning we shake hands with death At first as a stranger when caught in its net And last as a friend bearing gifts from beyond A bridge for one crossing past futures begone While leaving behind the measure of fate Transcending tomorrow we unlock its gate What’s last becomes first closing open interred a singular journey —not shaken but stirred (Watching 14 Peaks: December, 2021)

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