As I walk up the rise into the silence of snow
I bear witness to transparent snowflakes
The bright falling breaths of our shallow lives
The paper tissues that dabs the dips of fate
The snow is deaf and blue and white
It licks the oxygen from the brittle ground
Swishing your lips is your remedy
For that whistle in your hollow chest
Our body is a blanket of snow for winter
Our body has been all the seasons
Of water, stuttering down the miles
The swollen river of all nestled and snapping things
I suck air back into the spanking sea-breeze
Of the twisted motionless spitting paths of winter
A sky flipped open for our shared afternoons
With no scratchings, only the rustling of an emptied hope.
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Wuji Seshat 