• SNOW MELTS SLOWLY THE BODIES UNFREEZE
    THE CORPSE OF OUR CHILDHOOD, AN UNTOUCHED CRIME SCENE

    RETURNING TO THE PLACE WHERE OUR INNOCENCE LOST
    EXAMINING THE VANISHING ICE, STILL YOU WANT TO COLLECT IT AND SHAPE IT INTO A MAN
    ANOTHER FANTASY, ANOTHER DREAM KEPT FROM ME
    I STAY WHERE I STAND
    IN THE CENTER OF THE FIELD, INADEQUATELY DRESSED FOR WINTER’S INDISCRIMANANT WRATH
    STARING AT A COMPASS, NOT KNOWING HOW TO READ IT, FINDING THAT NORTH IS EVERYWHERE

    THE GRASS IS YELLOW, THE SKY IS WHITE, THE TREES ARE RED
    MAKING IT KNOWN
    THAT WINTER IS NOT REAL; ITS NOT A SEASON BUT A CAPSULE OF CATHARSIS