Purity
Clean, like fresh-fallen snow,
Like a blue winter sky,
All harmful thought banished.
Pure.
Cold, white, a single man stands,
No sound but the wind,
All but one thought banished.
Alone.
Dry, barren, no one may enter,
No sound, no touch,
All thought banished - it may be harmful.
Sterile.
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Dirty, like an autumn leaf pile,
Like lightning in summer,
Like birth.
Noisy. Sticky. No unimpeded line of sight.
A mess of thought - no certainty.
Alive.
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