The inner Inn
Infinite angles exist
From which to raise my fist
and proclaim... !
-But I stay behind my Self
& stray to Peripheries
Where enormous Life passes
In crisp falling nows,
Acknowledging
Bittersweet Beauty
Collapse and Aging
Since perfectly we've aligned
The coldest figures of winter are mine
Kept warm in you,
Kept completely Vast
and Alive
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