QED

poesy

isle of beginnings

the  leaves have vanished

and light struggles to find comfort

along narrow corridors of open

cuts that slice through the heart

of the cloud laden sky______

and what’s released is

a torrent of technicalities further

collected and driven towards the

saltiness that burns without

and is soon covered

and diluted again

with the new fallen snow.

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