Under the Driving Snow

[ due to frustration with a real job I shall be posting 11 in a row, because meaningful progress on the other thing was not possible tonight ]

Under the Driving Snow

Wanders the hermit

Alone on his travel

No one to lean on

But the hard wall of reality

[ Note: Poetry is not guaranteed to be true ]

The campfire flares

One more drop of illuminance

The personhood of the unknown

Is, any way, no longer questioned

The cosmic cloud drifting scenes science

Until the weathered beaten heart Challenges the dragons of the human world



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