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The fog obscures all But my hand in front of me On this winter eve

Little violets The morrow will devour you Yet you boldy bloom

The unknown and I Seem certain foes, but in sooth We are all we know

We span the aeons In perpetuity to Vanquish that evil

I hear the mynas Masked by the gums, hidden in Their silver sickles

Often has my grief Near compelled me to claw earth Just to hold your bones

Clandestine talons How can you angrily gird Such clementine orbs?

In halcyon days Sustained by glowing naiveté I slumber deeply

Fragments take their leave Distilling, trickling into That which we call time

Arbitrarily Leaves descend, but they all will Inevitably

Why could mortal threads Of untold worth not keep you Tethered to this earth?

I fear the glass most Shrine of my idolatry Arbiter of me

Indignant embers Confined to the hearth, I feel Their tacit fury

Intimate old friend You envelop me in kind Magnanimous dark

Blackbirds flock to roost Like vermin, staining twilight To inky tempest

I envy the fool His amiability Inexhaustible

Hearing encroachment The forgotten woods stir in Timid deference

What bothers the kine That they low a counterpoint To the wind tonight?

I echo the gale, Tors of my kinsmen, where shall Ever I remain

I am reticent To all but where spines arrange Only tomes may judge

Winter rains deafen How I miss the sonorants Of the frogs outside

My cup eludes me Depths that cannot be divined From those tepid dregs

The sear of the lash Of the tempest stings my cheek In its winter rage

The raven surveils swooping to a morsel like the miser to coin

It is in opaque, Thin mantles known as trust where The thief will flourish