clean slate

Purity, not from redemption

But just there
Natural as the winter snow
No steps taken forward
Nor disturbed drift
A fresh white sheet tucking the earth in for sleep
To sleep, and to dream
Of greener days, of whiter haze, of falling forever
But there is no rest

The sheet is stripped


Sleep disturbed



As drifts are shoveled, steps crunch black
And our clean slate is wiped with dirty hands

Business as usual.





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