A year up here is bisected
by icy monuments,
monoliths, cold and uncaring;
not uncaring, though, due
to love lost or unfounded, but rather as
a lesson in self-sufficiency.
The frost spreads its fragile prints
across the windows to deflect
the sunrise across the morning in living
spaces and vehicle cabs. Outside, where the cold
curls around our heads, the heat of our souls
is made visible in its pure white on the air;
and when the temperature is com passionate,
and the flakes of snow coalesce
, we dance. Well, I dance, anyway.
what is left after beauty has
defined itself, is
perfect, better than what
you have foolishly
Look at the s p a r k l i n g
sheets of diamond thrown so diligently
upon our maternal bed, the centre
thereof made entirely of
EVERYTHING. A mattress, of sorts; not
too hard, nor too soft.
An analyzation; a propagation; an exclamation; a declaration; a conversation; a desecration; a proclamation of truth. Peace and love.