Snow would do well
to don a set of spectacles,
approach the classroom’s
front, and lecture (as a
genuine solipsist for
this passing moment)
about his degrees,
his presence before
a swift freeze, and
his beauty before
and after uncertain
footprints following
his calm descent,
both the perfection
of the sky laying a
blanket on the earth
and the consummation
as humanity acknowledge
this presence and join it,
exultant to know something
grown near from afar.
Mike? Its Bill Gelhaus? Is this you? IS THIS SILENT LARRY!?!?!
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Haha yes Billy it is. Good to hear from you pal.
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