this is how a road through winter fails to have been paved
a moment set apart from need corrodes the probability of chafing need
look out this bleak thinness of a window talk about the plight
informal permanence will typify the white mood moonlight
then and only violets will impress upon what next
as if a present tense could form around what's gone
now linger in the telling and we'll understand it was not you
it was an other it was sky it was precipitation something
to this day I champion my own belief in you
and you may quote me
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