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Nachtstücke
Porte D'entrée
{without whom, this issue would not exist}
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Patrice Poussin
Landscape
I touched the peak of Mont Blanc to see it shiver
its eternal snows thawing but for a brief instant.
I saw its water flow into torrents of life
as I longed to taste the purity of a first bath.
Roaming the valleys rolling hills and many hollows
I pondered the warmth of a raising sun in the dew.
Meadows spawn in deserts forgotten, fertile
eager to bring life exploding as on the first dawn.
Oceans await in unconceivable patience
cyclones and typhoons hover their ghastly shapes.
What will you say when you awaken to the scene
gently slumbering in a landscape to your image?
Gazes will meet, two souls will join in dreams
twins again in awe of an admiring galaxy.