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old oak log i sit with myself watching old oak log burning - identifying northern lights northern lights tonight? only if the clouds permit will we see green sky chosen/frozen …words are chosen/frozen out of experience… …yet bare fraught feel freight caught in thought… ... the way in is the way out paradox is silence shouting reach out of reach reproof the dancing flames pale wisps of smoke reprove my melancholy even as they consume the log lower case the log burns the clock chimes night falls winter comes sediment memory is the sediment of time settling nowhere only pausing here this this is only for its own sake shared by me with you which makes it new tern I return to the short cryptic forms of years ago like a bird to its breeding ground not knowing why only obedient cipher to myself sum what implicit in myself always fail to declare complicity with me might you not be some what same November 12, 2025, Evening