I left and drove the Valley where
the sky unburdens its wet abundance
and the ground too overfull unholds
pools brimming that same twilight gray
overcome even my pathed way the water
in all its forms washes one blue the world
And I course on impelled into a blizzard gullet
we — blizzard and I — tread slipping careen
blind over peaks driving on by faith
through the vicious whiteout
the rushing world became static
The threshold sudden and weary unfamiliar
home arrives its doors and comforters
enfold in silence and in warmth into
slumber as moonless black as if
I am dipped in ink thick midnight
All things and thought writ in a final
single solid lightless word
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