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God is Cold
like the air when there is only white
and the narrowing perspective lines
of the highway’s surface blur into space,
frozen in an empty twilight grasp – lean
over lonely fence posts,
and the weight of that slate-grey sky
lays upon heaps of snow
blown into alien landscapes by the wind.
God is cold but is not cruel,
there is beauty in his frost.
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