In these
Our true and restless hearts
We cry out
and engage
a world complacent
toying with the edge
of places dark
and futures coldWe few
who while sleeping
are yet awake
somewhere
in this ebbing light
and holding fast
we sound this alarmIn this
Our greatest moment yet
We say no
to the whirlwind
sweeping by
as it tries to swallow whole
our very reason
to liveYet we dodge the name
and the cost
of our salvation
in the interest
of being great
for a legacy
we cannot keep
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Reaching Past Winter
PoetryA new collection of poetry by the author, Michael J Tyger.