1/1 on Objkt

A winter that never fully arrives,
only breaks itself into moments
light splintering through frozen air,
memories drifting without weight or direction.
Nothing here is whole, and yet everything belongs:
each crystal a pause,
each shimmer a thought half-remembered.
This is the dream just before waking,
when time softens,
and even the cold feels tender.

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