At the Momentunobstructed doors / where meaning resides
when / however / to resist / to bury
my dreams beneath an oak / memory/
wherein I am restrained / seeking
the shuttered window / as if / but no /
riding the sky / the raven of these words
as though soul / so much unspoken / silence
of bones / and in the moment of decay
we are all undone / meaningless / unless
some small fragment survives the storm
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