Under the Driving Snow Wanders the hermit, Alone on his travel
No one to lean on, but the hard wall of truth – [Note: Poetry is not guaranteed
> ` > ` > ` >` > ` ~ to be literally 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
Defies the dragons of the anthropomorphic world – – – Victorious
Unlike with much of my work these, summer archives are being significantly edited for word choice, line breaks, and timing. I think they are benefiting.