QED

poesy

revolving street

there’s this sound of silence

as cold feet touch the genesis

of a new snow fall.

walking in endless pace

we sort of face our own demise it seems

but it’s just this confusion

as we try to fixate on

a possibility

but yet it is  undone

and coldness is all that is

to be desired:

I think not….

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