upright in the window frame
blinded by UV through gray
the tree before him
dead, pale, cracked skin
in winter; there are no leaves to catch.
time endures, as well as the spine,
a vital life in the stillness
satisfying an unsatisfaction
in one’s lack thereof.
in paradiso ego sum
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