The soft drizzle of
northwest winter
cascading through the branches
Above the alpine a star shines
questioning what is beyond the clouds
I question, too.
The world in their grasp
Below the evergreen a man walks
oblivious to his life
I'm oblivious, too.
The one I've left behind
A dim light invades the eastern horizon
gently casting shadows
from the modern architecture
I climb up into the forest
holding the key
to a borrowed world
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