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Blood Moon Scrub - Through the eyes of the Lost Soldier

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Through the eyes of the Lost Soldier The sky is bleeding into the dirt again, and the old hunger crawls up through my boots. It no longer matters. Time does not march out here. It pools beneath a dry creek bed, stagnant and unseen. But when the moon swells, heavy and bruised with copper rust, the cold in my ribs becomes a scald. The scrub does not burn with heat. It burns with memory. Through the tangled mallee, I see the flash of artillery, the orange-red roar of a barrage that never stopped falling, trapped forever inside the rib cages of these dead gums. I taste copper on my tongue, sharp as rifle oil and dried blood. The black heavens press down, bending the whole world inward until I am trapped inside a glass bead of fire. I pace the boundary where red light cuts into deep shadow, waiting for a relief column that lost its heading eighty years ago. Everything here is parched. I am so thirsty. But I do not want water. I want your nourishment. I want your dawn, your warm pulse, as yo...
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Flight is better than Fight

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Poem

I choose to rise above the struggle,

To find peace in the freedom of flight.

In the open sky, I am boundless,

A journey of discovery, ever ongoing.


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Explore the essence of panic and self-discovery through an evocative poem, "Flight is Better Than Fight." This video elicits the transformative power of choosing flight over fight, signifying a boundless journey through open-minded action. It speaks to the soul's yearning for peace and freedom and the endless possibilities of embracing change and exploring new horizons.

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Serenity, Self-discovery, Freedom, Boundless journey, Peaceful flight, Transformation, Open sky, Embracing change, Exploration, Inspirational poetry

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