The weather cold
just as you know
like alpin glow
seems forever
Each spring unsold
planted life grows
watered peace flows
past hates lever
Test one’s mettle
the space explore
to unknown shores
rhyme would settle
Thoughts may shuttle
destiny more
reasoning for
places so subtle
Scalar fields morph
embedded things
stretched time pings
beyond light’s wharf.
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