here below the rime this suburban winter storm
sacrifice never knows, yet believes, in the future arise
like so, oscillating between confirmations and disapprovals
and through hurdles and shrotcuts,
until the end we give name and feed
our sweet and fragile
burdens of life
such and more than enough,
the only route to infinity we are aware of
lost as we are under this grey suburban sky
Marco Bo
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