You touched the point, the instant
Night devoured itself. The gaping bright
Hell beneath each street light seemed to indicate
Snow had fallen
Without much notice or resemblance.
Our infamous & discontented winter.
Body bags & garbage bins, candles
& old accidents of conception.
I was nine or maybe ten & you
Were not but soon to be
Arriving in the world - a pure gold
Shriek whose living
Force folds the heart inward.
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