We’ll burgeon
out of winter white.
Do homage to
our nothingness.
Acknowledge
that we know no system
of
sustainable serenity and permanent
self-care – nor
that we know as much
as what the
difference is between
what you call
here and I call there.
Strange the gladness
this can lend.
About as much
as we can bear.
.
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