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II The hooded figure

II The hooded figure looms above antarctic steppes attentive to the wailing wolf marooned beyond compassion She never sleeps Her eyes are charcoal embers blown to life by piercing winds like laser beams skimming off our fears We barely hear her breathe and yet our tiny ones are wrapped in primitive cocoons she knits with icy needles nsm 2/21/15

Max Is still The smooth Slim stone I skim Across The brimming Moments In my days The ripples On the surface Travel outwards Til they finally Disappear Somewhere Out there In space Unmeasured Unexplored Undiscovered And yet Some other day I'll wait again For just another Brimming moment Just another Smooth slim stone. NSM, March 2015