Monday, October 26, 2020

Cartesian Casting

our goodness disguises itself
as a hesitant trembling
A-421.6Hz
bound to marrow and memory
surer than this first snowfall

or

the weary grief poised upon regret's edge

no doubt in the fear we are not enough

incomplete our box of paints
unfinished our sculpted stories

imperfection and debris create the amber
feel the whirling diadem of your existence
here
in this first 
snowfall


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