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Mining Poetry by Joel Tankersley
Revenue-Virginius
He stood there alone,
he stood among friends.
All in life’s labyrinth,
in knots without ends.
The moment unfolded,
each second was new.
Doors in the moment,
no comment, no clue
He chose to go forward,
he chose to divide.
Out of due bounds,
open inside
He stepped to the moment,
he stepped into silence.
Away from the safety,
into the violence.
He searched the cold darkness,
called out his name
Darkness then opened,
out went life’s flame.
Mercy uncounted,
to search for another.
A miner with last breath,
to the aid of his brother.
Copyright Joel Tankersley
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