Anniversaire
In a Field of White...
The colder it getsit’s sure to hypnotize;sure to cover all of uswith dark, unflinching night.When thoughts of the gravechurn and come alive,don’t forget to quiet downand hum yourself to sleep.And then recall what you said,“Beauty is what we receivefrom the barren creek bed,and branches that fall from the trees.”When you awake,while you’re lying therewith your windows frozen shut;they’re hard (those dreams) to shake.But we can take them and mixin some violet wherethere was only iron-grey.And watch them flower into,all the blushing of May;naked and birthed in the rain.And when the swelling allays,be cast into soil again.
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