What You See Is Change
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James McLain
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Faint traces some have leaving left,
one hdden path I seek.
Climates change behind the Snow,
the valley it is deep.
Dreaming, deeply sleeping,
every night, I hold on to my life.
I pluck a foreign object,
from each passing star in sight.
Modern herbs that make him whole,
flowers in the snow.
Bones are white as darkness hides,
the marrow in the light.
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