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The snow tracing the wind's vein
swirls beyond confusion.
I hesitate to follow a new route
marked only by urine splashed rocks.
Resin sweats, and trees in the valley
speak of snow boiling into fog.
White hot fire leaps from crown to crown;
whole trees explode;
pine cones burst seed everywhere.
It happens so fast
black stumps smolder branches
into green foliage; expectations turn
in heavy snow: a forest shifts its dreamy weight.
I turn a predatory strength
towards emotional hunger; a volatile touch
into sublime movement; I leap.