on the threshold of new beginnings,
you will get your feet wet
and the cuffs of your jeans dirty.
In the morning, it will snow a flurry fury
and catch in your ears
with the song
about how the world is so ugly.
Governed by tedium, and late nights
when
all of a sudden
a deer runs swift, passing you, from one side of forest to the other.
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