WINTER PRAISES of abandoned nests of those whose blood distilled till they disappeared of cold as a region emptied for the play of survival of smoke as a shape of various energies vanishing winter praises snore resting their heads in snowdrifts everywhere a freedom of blankness allows feet to mark the earth as if for the first time (clarity of image parted from object vacant white as a field for impression a substitute memory hesitations and deviations written out as the exact way to follow) winter praises of mornings tracking lonely after the brilliant night of noontimes' failure and mournful passing of stars' intensity the greater shining of the darker months of the frost that seals the mouth of every rooted thing of cold that represents withdrawal and inspires closeness of the sharp edges of gravel now smoothed with ice (I have fallen in the snow and don't mind staying a moment on my side looking I think like a victim stretched on its brilliant altar)
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