attend the manner that the mountain breeze
has shaken many needles to the road
they look like symbols of an arcane code
fallen beneath the old brown willow trees
some pattern of the light might have to please
one hurrying to reach his warm abode
as symbol of the meaning that was owed
although we learn there are no guarantees
words on the ground leave nothing to the air
not even recollection that they passed
mere indications of improper shape
that might in time mean more if we would dare
risk what is signified by one huge cast
or give up hope that any could escape
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