From fragile skies thy frozen fears
(Oh, undone is winter, clearly spring
confides in quintessential tears!)
defrost in to a wicked thing
of nothingness and nothing else
A shallow gaze, and in that dwells
the tender stroke of reckoning(!?)
Verse 7 from The Vast Redundancy of Light
by Elias Westerberg
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