only the move ahead
no up nor down
crying of the wind
loss of all future
all that is gone
shades in an empty house
a door banging somewhere
through the mist
sadness of oceans at dusk
offering up forms
that will wake no more
to their bright swell
all you ever have
this one move ahead
let it be enough
to rouse your spirit
again to its dance
look, a creature came to our fire
as we slept
for here
are its tracks in the snow
but we slept
and it would not linger
in our broken house
not with us ghosts
who cannot find in the looking
up and down any future
for now the snow covers all tracks
in its deep quiet
look no further
.
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