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Today:

The heart whithers,

the soul mourns,

and the man staggers on.

Once warm and bright

is now cold and night fulfilled.

Bones are chilled, spirit binding,

and the ice crunches under the worn boots.

Walking home on the frigid Highway 112.

Moon lurks worbble, star jay singing,

and the shadow hawk screams.

The beast is at peace because the cage

is broken and rusted into forgotten.

Concealing the holes left by love,

and looking for the sacred place

where I go to heal.