clarity (3)

i want to read poetry that is as clean and clear as ice, words that cut straight to the heart. i want the temperate cold, to see my breath turn to mist in the morning air. i want all clutter, all mess, all un-clarity to begone and make way for a calm simple whiteness. i want my life to be the 'Theme' from Bach's Goldberg Variations made manifest and incarnate.
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