As the world evolves
men crawl over it;
the Sasquatch laugh
and knock on wood.
They come as crows
to give wings to the dead;
they come as squirrels
to plant seeds of truth.
They come as wolves
to yip and howl;
they come as owls
to seek who speaks
without moving their lips.
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He stands at the edge of the creek
in the forest. If I stare
long and hard enough
it’s a tree, not a Bigfoot.
The tree’s image
has been spoken into my brain.
I can see it there,
thick trunked and multi-limbed,
thoroughly convincing me
it’s an oak or a beech.
(Continued at: https://www.conversationswithsasquatch.com/sasquatch-novel-the-awakening.html )
Conversations With Sasquatch, The Awakening Episode 13.5 by Michigan Author Richard Rensberry
13.5
DAWN
Today I awoke
in an abyss of bad thinking,
a void fully absent
of the spirit of hope.
The voices of reason
have abruptly gone mute
as if the Sasquatch have sat down to pout.
The portals are closed. Reality
has descended into a pool of uncertainty…
I wade the results.
Then a bird sings
and the horizon smiles with a glimmer of light.
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Conversations With Sasquatch, The Awakening Episode 13.5 by Michigan Author Richard Rensberry
Today I awoke
in an abyss of bad thinking,
a void fully absent
of the spirit of hope.
The voices of reason
have abruptly gone mute
as if the Sasquatch have sat down to pout.
The portals are closed. Reality
has descended into a pool of uncertainty…
I wade the results.
Then a bird sings
and the horizon smiles with a glimmer of light.
( All previous episodes can be found at the following link:
https://www.conversationswithsasquatch.com/sasquatch-novel-the-awakening.html
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and the new civilization begins.
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If I were a window,
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