the world is a bed, a
crust of sparkling white diamonds.
the snow keeps falling.
stiffened stays
a pause at the end.
small solace at the solstice.
the climb still stays long.
red schmear
heart a vast ocean
of wet salty gratitude.
my blood on her lips.
hope opium
perigee vision
is apostate to the facts.
puffing hope opium.
rime visions
white sand cold to touch.
melting into the ocean.
cold mirage visions.
dying quietly
white infinity.
no sound, just the muted cry
of the world dying.