spirit

can we just pretend
that people don’t navel gaze.
or stay small minded.

the hamster running.
he’s always running faster.
the wheel never stops.

peace like a blanket.
warm in the cold dark winter.
shade during summer.

these last few evenings
where the fiction shows us death.
and we spin again.

there’s no snow outside.
winter is forlorn and sad.
santa’s very mad.

in the dark creases.
where the solitude awaits.
like dark prowling cats.