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Jun 2012
Aqua white, in a glacial vanity cabinet
of pan cake foundation, pure like progeny,

The wind sings the squirrels to sleep
in this acreage of dreams. The lunar reflection

Off the snow shows one how they will die, peaceful
thought broken by a sudden clamor of crunching

One can sense under imagined steps
like the sun on your shoulder one perfect day,

It feels like memories past. An undulation of swift muscle
appears from the void into the moon glow cream,

Moving through the scape like the ocean foaming,
without direction, yet perfectly on path.

Peace not broken, rather fastened by the past,
the present, an no necessary future,

Here in the snow, where squirrels can be caught thinking
and the deer gambol with the timeless winds.
Written by
Dylan Douglas Gamza
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