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Some things will remain dead

And it is better that way

It is better this way

Better dead than alive or captive

Some things will remain dead

Some things will begin to live

Now that Father Winter has gone.

As Spring brings me to the precipice,

Will I fall,

Fully satisfied,

Fully at rest?

It is never easy letting go.

Death to the things

as they have always been.

Reforming

Conforming

A meditation

Upon that death

Which sets me free

Upon that resurrection

Which brings new life to me

...

As the winds roll on,

The barren trees revive.