Punctuated Equilibrium - skeletons of trees blackest black against the whiteness of a snow covered hill hope is the grayed sky all shades between these dedicated drifting evolving in my mind always, again never pressing words on white yet titled somehow black on black mirrored question marks found in an image of two swans and the bewildering daredevilment of concrete pillows there is such a thing a tree that is a road a waterfall a vein and a tree all these any way you look at it the sky opens up for the briefest of moments as a cloud bursts worn at the bones under my skin between my neck and breast - jenessa hope
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