The Road from Santa Fe to Cimarron | A Poem
by L.M. Browning, from a working collection
sanguine from Sangre
bleeding into the snowy roads
that lead to the hidden mountain
where the lone buffalo waits.
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Be gentle long night, I don’t belong here. Thrown to the wolves, I shifted nocturnal.
In a land beyond the pervading dark,
in a state beyond the fever-pitch…
Out beyond the murkiness left by anger-tinted arguments, remember what you know in your heart and bring that truth close.