At my window
a gargoyle is
    whistling through
    fractures in the seal.

By mid-morning winds have calmed, well-fed snowflakes
are melting on the ledges. Inside, it's as if
the limitations
of our experience impose a barrier beyond any incidental
differences of lighting and modes of approach. Our visual memories
and everything that makes up our mental bias leave us incapable
of seeing
I'm only an animal staring
at chunks of red meat
with thoughts simple
as bared
te e th

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