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GOOD MORNING SNOW GODS

It's still pitch dark in this city
But you shine from everywhere,
Last night I was near the Arctic Circle,
A friend to shanty shack dwellers
And trailer park drifters.
I visited these wastrels as they slept indoors,
In summerfields, drenched in sunlight.
There was a recollection together as we told an old story
Of twin souls, now full grown amongst them,
We watched their childhood images
In a flashback of moving snapshots
Identical children they were
With sunbrightened yellow hair.
I wanted to make theater
Outdoors with the drifters
Some kind of epic nightsky saga
Where the thundergods would play amongst us as actors
Where the little community of ragged and sleepy drifters
And shanty dwellers
Would spin with the Norse Gods
With the Aurora Borealis
Sparked and Heightened
By ancient daily scandals known alike
By Buryat, Inupiat and Tlingit peoples.
It was hard work to stir the drifters
To the heightened state where I was dreaming
I almost slipped down flatwards
To meet their unified nays of refusal.

(I'm bringing the last offerings of my gloom to jewelled arctic cities.
I'm laying it out on sun-drenched summer tundra
For the dancing wind to toss about in its tatters.)

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