Summer Archives #4

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

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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.

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