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Winter is pirouetting,

flittering, flying

all around



hollow bones

mock my clumsy

attempts to emulate the

graceful emptiness,

the silent



I stumble.

Winter laughs as

I slowly begin to freeze,

from the inside, out,

and I lose


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The Kiss

Are you shaken, are you stirred
   By a whisper of love,
Spellbound to a word
   Does Time cease to move,
Till her calm gray eye
   Expands to a sky
And the clouds of her hair
   Like storms go by?

Then the lips that you have kissed
   Turn to frost and fire,
And a white-steaming mist
   Obscures desire:
So back to their  birth
   Fade water, air, earth,
And the First Power moves
   Over void and dearth.

Is that Love? no, but Death,
   A passion, a shout,
The deep in-breath,
   The breath roaring out,
And once that is flown,
   You must lie alone,
Without hope, without life,
   Poor flesh, sad bone.

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Birds fly above clouds
high enough that they escape
from this damaged world.