The night air’s cold hand
reaches down and pulls my breath
in shards from my chest.
The past is a guide;
A companion who leads you
Into the future
Crimson clouds hang low.
The day’s embers glow softly,
burning down to dusk.
I go to freeze on dark tides
I wake before three.
for another’s riches
Waves, softly lapping
Dappled light wanders.
Across the lush, verdant grass
Drops of falling rain,
Waiting, outstretched tongue.
Desperately seeking my
Turkey, corn, stuffing, yams, cranberries, covered in melting candle wax.
Looking desperately Seeking but not finding words That rhyme with purple.
How long will it take Before the weight of knowing Finally leaves me?
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