There are no conclusions

And so we meet
Disjointed from the
Meaty palisade
Of senseless
memorandums

Beyond
The Ying and Yang
Not man
But Soul.

Spring peeps
Out against the
Cold winter gloom.

I am snow.
Here for the winter.
Who are you
Green dew

White gray
And green
Colours
Of the sky.

Reflection bleeds across
This chanced
Table
Cross over
But let there be silence.

For I am snow.
I have come to go.

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