Things really no one
Knows about at all
Can only be guessed
To truly exist,
And it’s likely that,
As one approaches
The truly unknown,
Lack of memories
With which to construct
Purely imagined
Scenarios starts
To slow, then strangle
Imagination
Altogether. Once
You’re trying to write
About what’s missing
Experienced life,
Then, no matter how
Vivid the unknown
Would be if you met,
It’s a blank page here
Where no one’s footprint
Crosses the landscape,
Which is now true snow.
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