Deep within
The inner inn
Infinite angles exist
From which to raise my fist
And proclaim... !
-but banned by Self
I stray to peripheries
Where enormous Life stalls
In crisp
Falling "nows",
In bittersweet beauty
Collapsing
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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