Snow continues to softly fall
Silently the world sits,
Adrift in a different place
Than ever before
White windblown crests cornice
The natural spiral grows
Our place on its arm shifts
As worlds spin out of control
Yet the flakes float down often
Lighting gracefully upon the last
Will we find our natural equilibrium,
Or will our cornice finally snap?
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