I saw December, grayest month of all
Gray matter almost freezing inside me
Silent season, counterbalance summer madness
Stop the constant motion, think unthinkables:
The profound wisdom of babies, eloquence of dogs,
Passivity of leprechauns asleep
Dreaming rivers dried by heat of passion
A thousand wordless Bibles
Animated version for the blind
Holy Story
They see it and don’t see it when they blink
Blind people blink and see a brighter light
Within the silent grayness of December
At least that is what I think I thought I saw.
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