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2024
standing in front of / église saint-joachim / facing le fleuve saint-laurent // weirdly warm for montreal / this time of year i / hail the mottled sky
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the sun is born each / moment of sunrise / perpetually rising // the cosmic christ is rising / and the word made flesh / is just what we are
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let the gray sky be / the nothing that you / and i are that gives rise to // the everything we enjoy / playing at being / in the golden light
feverish sky / on the icy river / at the cusp of christmastide // and the beginning of the / return journey of / the warmhearted sun
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haiku stanzas
the sun burning a / hole in god's pocket / at the far southern tip of // the cape of good hope of a / distant universe / not this tiny sun
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