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Sunday, October 26, 2014

the palms of winter are pressing now
the wind has lost its fiery vow
the flames are smoke
the water ice
and you have left this deep crevice
i keep finding between my bones

the summer doors are closing now
and memory is folding how
the day welds in 
and becomes a thin
wedge of life 

and now we wake into a newer dream
and flow into this seamless stream
(that will not mend) 
of discovery that all our odds and ends
will be taken by the storms