The seminal fire
Quiet, quelling the querulous
Nature's nurture – never casting
shadows
Where crickets count sheep
and cousin locust never clouds our
point of view
The eye in the sky twinkles indomitably
but burns too intensely –
illuminating imminence
Innocence gone like days of polar
winters
Leaving us frozen with the nostalgia of
not knowing
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