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Writing Log #5
Jan. 24th, 2005 11:55 pmWindow into Night
The spiraling snow
reminds me of the Universe, inverted;
each flake a tiny mirror
full of close and watchful vastness.
The pilgrims pause
to gather in my shaft of light
and seek their auguries.
The spiraling snow
reminds me of the Universe, inverted;
each flake a tiny mirror
full of close and watchful vastness.
The pilgrims pause
to gather in my shaft of light
and seek their auguries.