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Snows of a Dream

it could be possible
winter yet may cauterize
the bleeding out

least offer
flash freeze images
parsed to clean abstractions
staring toward the north

launched south
now closing in, a shirtless man
false courage his pale strategy
taunts a beggar trying art.

No tower
but a cottage watch
across the ice, its slow advance
sled dogs point to north and wait.

This winter night
in future times will seem a shattering
of no repair – there was no
other place to stand.

Attending wounded, leaning
by a window-gridded view of ice
a war was waged to steal his mind
it stole so much.