overcome,
partial to the feeling
between realms, waiting for moments of epiphany
as breezes turn to torpid winds
that whip round the corners of my frame
with hints of snow the air chills all that it touches
and still my sun-warmed face,
begs me to close my eyes
and sit for a moment longer
towards the coming
towards the speaking
towards the stripping
towards the morning.
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