On southwest exposures the icicles weep Crystal walls to form this winter keep of snowy caverns for those who sleep For days that Sol should grace the skies Cast dancing prisms before their eyes The light captured in these pillars gleam and pass unnoticed by those who dream Within their burrows the hearths still burn Neither day nor night do they discern as they await the fertile earth's return Aching for the comfort of her womb with fruits of her harvest they entomb Evade the touch of that frigid breath and there remain, even unto death For nights within night the shadow will fall When earth and sky, in darkness all Hear the restless breath of snowy squall Behind glacial windows the flames shine bright like flickering eyes in the night The crystal walls of this winter keep hold their watch in darkness deep for all of those who choose to sleep
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No one
on the predawn airwaves awake and alone huddled about heat vents and blankets wrapped while the house still sleeps sharing waking hours with the milkmen the furnace wheezes and sputters the coughing fit of fevered dreams in unquiet slumber of vague dread between two states of being and in neither understood the native grows foreign spoken freely to deaf ears it could have been different if only you had let me breath anonymity is precious to shield the projection when they think they know who you are
Psalms for nihilists
wave form visualizations form and reform vague shapes ever changing like smoke into a bottle mostly inert with little active ingredient inescapable encounters with the unfamiliar pregnant with rationalization and projection malice or sympathy either untold we should assume indifference when anti-matter comprises most of everything that is
Rex pupa
Our treasures are not staked in the coin of your realm Our labors more value than the price of your swindle You think that you rule us but you're all owned yourselves The only difference now we all know
The hour
the fixed point marked by moving hands may fall in darkness unseen that no chime will proclaim this hour will pass that none may know that in the light of day may still not show anticipating bells to sound the mark to toll impending doom and dark or to peal in celebration it will pass in silence that hour no chime will proclaim it goes by unnoticed yet all is forever changed
