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April 13, 2012

Cold. Sunshine and green, yet cold. Cold wind,

Cold sky, relentless blue pressed against feathered

Clouds where bird and man and God are king only


Windows open both inward and out, light fills all

Crevasses of soul and world, sun spilling threw

Countless miles to reach optics only partly, for

Flesh obscures. Fountains bubble and seethe out

Thin streams of white and clear, faintly telling their

Quiet secrets to any who chance pause by their torrential dwelling.


And in the end, there is cold.

Created: Jul 26, 2012


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