For verbage unidentified, I qualify you
to steer the herd.

And vocalize my untold poem,
contextualize the redundancies
and the fanaticisms.

Beneath countless orders and requests,
there lies in you a breath of laughter’s
contagion. And in me, beneath these waves
and particles of light’s transmission;
I give you a flurry of Winter.

So cold, so chill, yet so awakening.

Half a nut shell;
cracked open,
lying in the snow.

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