death lies across the land.
white death, cold and dead eyed.
i’m in love.
only peace and solitude live on.
my thoughts simmer down.
my mind’s roiling boil not so hot.
the quietude is a precious gift.
my company, my self an auditorium
filled with amusement and joy.
the sun nibbles at the edges
of the dead white snow.
like a lover’s warm hand it
caresses my cold rosy cheeks.
would that this moment be eternal.
but humanity like maggot flies
smell the stillness like dead meat.
and like a congregation at a conflagration
the noise shatters my crystal quiet.
that i had a pond in the woods
where great men have found great kinship.
the kinship of knowing, of being
just one amongst the trillions.
a quiet breath amongst the all knowing.
to embrace the stillness and feel full.
knowing the solitude and a greater being.
that the one in the stillness of death.
that fraction of muted breath
lives deeper and wider in time’s embrace
looking within and kissing god’s face.