I purge this moment
like a dog
shakes water:
tip of ears
to end of tail,
one long cascade,
black clouds through
bruised sky
then still,
like nothing
ever happened.
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You will not get in,
you will not make one mark
on still glass
with your tossed
rock,
one black print
on virgin snow
with your careless
boots.
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I've built the most
exquisite walls:
they are strong
and
they are true.