?! as if some cherubim finger breezes softly over the strings; as if this is the birthing of that primordial singularity wherefrom cometh that superluminal celerity and henceforth space-time and thou;
snow flake fall,
candle flicker,
cold is brute and kisses bold,
soft as muslin and color mauve
its midnight
at thirteen grove.
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