as my thoughts thaw
as my thoughts thaw
and my mind comes alive,
alone in its brevity
Its tattered disguise,
I feel the darkness call
its whispering aria,
Stifling cold clarity
and forcing out tears.
as the frost gently melts
and creation explodes,
an inverted waterfall
spraying dust hits my lobes,
and the rippling darkness
is hot at my heels,
it never ends or begins
always pacing its zeal.
icicles litter
the cave of my brain,
that once was a thoroughfare
now a hole housing pain,
a hibernation of darkness
sleeping shorter every time,
I can’t run from this siren
my souls imbued with brine.
(2014)
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