QED

poesy

white christmas

a gathering of conversation heard around the bend:
cackles.
jeers.
moonlighting.
the break in nerves sends the signal;
a car door shuts, as the eyes expand
while the coordinates are read swiftly
before the engine chugs further to movement
right into the dip which extends to
the other side of the shanty ridge.
here the altar is set:
they partake of substance gritting teeth
while veins subdue the polarized night.

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