At the edge of these winter woods,
vertically black and white;
Sharp. Stark. Reality.
Unlike these winter words,
horizontally white and black;
ideas naked as tree trunks,
mere suggestions,
once crystallized,
now melting
into illusion.
© 2018 Richard Havenga
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