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and they were never heard from again

Snow fell on the end, a swirl the eyes
of god, where all things end. The ice,
the air, full with slow calamity
slow ice, cold, whirls, wheels, ends.

ages.

A whisper an imperfect silence, the wind
a perfect whisper, the end--
a perfect begining, a dot where hides your gods,
color.

What whirlwind is this?
It is yours.
What color is it?
White.
Hold my hand
draw.

end.

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you pull on my mind like the moon pulls on water.
the shoreline drops, small crustaceans scramble,
uncovered,

black kelp-strewn rocks who've grown gills in impatience
try a breath.
choke, cough. try again. look around.
see you. smile like the first amphibian.

dry.
afraid.