In the dark
wet gleaming
paving stones
slither beneath
unprotected skin
unseen shards
remind the wanderer
the path traveled
is not wholly his
The light
such as it is
ripples and steams
creating fragments
and visions
In the Greyness
slick with thought
breath chilled
step over step
into the deep
the depth covers
the light diffuses
dissipates
eases
releases
is
no
more
Its Cold Out Here....but Beautiful....
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