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so some lazy paradise
we are at the gate of winter fire
spring to life
are flowing all around you if you stay
crocus almagest of temples to unknown
the rock ledge and the face
the rot gate opens and it is your face
I've known it all my life
you are green life itself
springing from water's edge
I push my collar up to the wind
and these words don't take lightly
for in this grey woolen curse
which only a thousand fires can warm
I see the picture of her form
all that brought us to life
but there is no way I can see it
I jest
but this laugh is not on me
the glass with which we toast
carries the flame within it