March 18, 2018

Scene: behind

the silence, snow.

Or could it be the contrary, unsmooth

life so white and so wet – flooding me to yell:

I came for you with all my gifts, my lord

For I thought to never lie unguarded, alone

I came for you to shine and gloom, to bright

or escape; I came for ever...

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