whiteout

mistaken for the soulescaping steam from nostrils freezes in solid airthings turn strangelike getting gasolineout under brilliant baysgreat bright stalls on icy concrete the living stand and shiverfueling up risking everything they are driven to wander and to go back homewithin the inward slide of gravitybetween cooling sunswhere death shines and nothing is everywhereI’m not going out there I hear the crazy talkthey’re spreading rumorsdangerous superstitionsabout resurrectionabout warmth

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