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beauty of darkness

walking
down wet side streets
past abandoned yards & hibernating gardens
chasing the distant sun

there is no hiding
after last night’s cold dream
the truth frozen deep for all to see:
we are moving further not closer
and the cells and the seeds and the weeds
all know it

i swing and tilt my core of warmth
through the eddys of cool dampness
bearing the overwhelming
beauty of darkness

Winter Sky

 

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