Hiding in such purely wrapped powder
Fresh fallen
Routed through a maze of obstacles
To either avoid completely or aim for wholeheartedly
An occasional ally found in something rooted so deeply
When legs are shaky and feelings unsure
But woven round
With streaks and stray markings
The path that's been chosen
Showing evidence of method
Control and experimentation
All of which is lost the better it gets
Amidst your array of diamonds
You could never understand
The hesitation of a young fawn
The ethical choice to let order
Come from the rules of nature
That hard winter shell
That both breaks a fall
And covers you up
Where silent torment
Can hide for a season
Until the nourishment of spring
Floods the valley with wealth
Wealth being bounty
Bounty being what you can share
The approaching dusk
With its fever to drink
Disrobing with fire
The warm embers popping
Showing their teeth behind the harmless ash
And ashen sky alike
Finding that window
Counting down the adventure
Getting the most of things
The utility of happiness
Expressed in parallel
The handling of which is perpendicular
Your handling
Careless and telling
That story;
The one where stars could be seen
Day and night
Your fixed distance
The same as what was begotten
The same as what is seemingly given
In such sterile doses
A wonderland to explore in tandem
Banished into the far reaches
No motherly instinct able to survive
Such a harsh climate
A natural disaster
Looking so beautiful
From another peak
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1.15.10
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