i could watch snow fall on snow for hours
like water fountains and campfires
the slow stacking of snow mesmerizes me
i sit on the railing between the world and my own head
unaware of the railing beneath me
unaware of my own staring
my gaze is pulled down
by the gravity of the white dots falling to the ground
i look back up, only to have my eyes pulled to the ground again
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