Day 320: Wellspring

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∴

it is not my words that fail me

but the wellspring

wherefrom they rise.

 

alas

by all this cold

the water chilling settles still;

i have no stream to spill.

 

o love, do not harden

what soft must stay.

 

as earth untilled is brick.

 

as water shaped and frozen falls

in droplets dripped

on time’s firm tick.

 

and then,

is gone,

away.

 

so stir.

please

stir

please

stir.

∴

 

 

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