hallowed

winter is a

sly fox

 

running over

masks of

ice fields

 

summoning

rough-spirit

winds and

bandwidths

 

chlorophyll cooling

within moon

struck sticks

 

and far below the

countervailing

gravity

 

a hairless human

 

ice fishing for

obsolescence

 

in argillaceous

spaces

 

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