This poem is old. It is to be read with a soft southern voice.
mah concerns stultified
premonitions
a pall mall
cherries negative
grown
nerves in the frost
and beyond
snow flakes
the only light
the primary light
possible
memory of the not yet
melted world
of snow
in a room
alone with itself
no one sees
this thought
grow slow
like sleep
laboriously
that having must lose
and dying cede
finally
complete
the webs
trace mountain
mah movements
tectonic
shake
the ghost time
line
dispatch from a far
the opposite
corner
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