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Today is another clear and sunny day, but cooler than the last. After all the rain we’ve suffered lately, the clear skies are such a treat. I pulled up the last of the garden while my dogs had breakfast. The plants had been killed by the frost, so it’s overdue.

Perhaps this weekend I can do a final bit of yard maintenance. Perhaps is such a good word with a busy little tinkerer like me. I do intend to finish Maurice and his educated rodents in the next day or two and will continue to port my archives over here.

I’ve started a small newspaper project to run on my local machine so when I wake up to write these, I can also read my morning paper. I’ll share some notes on that when it’s shaped up a little more.

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nadir

You cold little miracles Scattered on velvet firmament Like so many diamond shards Mocking

Strike up the battle cry Under silken sky And string up the bows Of the symphony of Infinite derision

Oh I wonder at the Abyssal and abysmal The night-dark pressure depth And the measured death Of the bluelight Thermoclines

The secret heat of the Vulcan blood seeps Through icy mood and Blooms vibrant and violent Across the floor of Your very soul

Strike up the war cry Under saffron sky And break the boughs Of the concerto of Unshriven visions

Framed like a Neptune gem A tragic lattice Like a cobalt cage Menaced by sharks And freed by Meadow larks

Arise, arise And burst resplendent A dew anointed flower Gazing for endless hours Dreadless showers Nary hoary dour

Evaded the invaded Green but unjaded Alive and unabraded Sated but unable Safe but creche cradled

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