Tay Ghost in The Shell
I was the shadow of the waxwing slain
By the false azure in the windowpane;
I was the smudge of ashen fluff—and I
Lived on, flew on, in the reflected sky.
And from the inside, too, I'd duplicate
Myself, my lamp, an apple on a plate:
Uncurtaining the night, I'd let dark glass
Hang all the furniture above the grass,
And how delightful when a fall of snow
Covered my glimpse of lawn and reached up so
As to make chair and bed exactly stand
Upon that snow, out in that crystal land
>inb4source

Retake the falling snow: each drifting flake
Shapeless and slow, unsteady and opaque,
A dull dark white against the day's pale white
And abstract larches in the neutral light.
And then the gradual and dual blue
As night unites the viewer and the view,
And in the morning, diamonds of frost
Express amazement: Whose spurred feet have crossed
From left to right the blank page of the road?
Reading from left to right in winter's code:
A dot, an arrow pointing back; repeat:
Dot, arrow pointing back... A pheasant's feet!
Torquated beauty, sublimated grouse,
Finding your China right behind my house.

>>509613017 (OP)
Hey red good to see you again. I’m ready for another round of watching shills get BTFO. Any idea on what’s going to happen with Alberta separating from Canada? Is it organic or part of the production?
Cheers hope all is well

>>509613346
In The Christmas of 1969 I had just turned six years old. I fancied myself madly in love with the little black haired blue eyed girl across the street because she had received one of the new Big Wheels for Christmas, and she looked so regal on it she glowed in a White mystic aura.
As for Canadian Separatist I posted from Fort Nelson some 7 or 8 years ago with a Prediction.