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version 2.2
...self indulgence...
...livejournal...
...poetry & artwork...
...friends...
...randomalia...
...rpg excursions...
...leave me alone...
...back where you started...
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...early thaw...
birch trees strip their knotted white layers,
............exposing their brown flesh to the moonlight.
in this whiteness,
.........even broken glass has beauty.
the scattered shards remind me
.......................of the ice.....breaking
............on the river-- i can hear it,
.....the crack and sudden gush.
the water shivers around the rocks,
...........beneath my feet,
...........beneath the rotting red-paint planks.
everything is too early;
.................the river is drowned
......out by the gossip of peepers
.........and the shrill complaint of birds.
when i reach the shore,
.........sit to watch the water pooling
...............in sand indentations
............and sucking at clumps of snow,
..the chill shakes my body,
........seeps into the blue rivers
........of my veins.
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