Blue flowers in the snow under Linden House
blue-jay smacks against the window
let’s get to the bottom of this it says
evolving divergences proposition place;
what you see is the news, go ahead,
plant peppermint in the ash-heap,
that’s how we tell god what to think. See,
If you touch my hand you will be touched
in turn touched back, by the world, too.
Fly into the window. The gates from within.
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