Friday, January 24, 2014

The Thing About the Middle of the Winter

The thing about the middle of the winter is,
it chases you, erases you, displaces your relation
to the simplest things – its wings beat rivulets

of freeze into your spirit’s unconsidered ease –
it finds the vault and turns the key – unlocks
humility – you see you are as vacant and as old

and cold as any light-year through unanswerable
space: it is a taste of cosmos from which you
will never quite recover. It is a memorable lover.


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