Great nauseous cavern

Inter will and hope

Into buried

64

We return every chord

Every note

Every voice

To a pause in the sequence

Of eternal moments

Grasping at all of life;

Fighting over each other’s place

In this living fire

Tormented by the whips and wicks

Lashing our flesh to move on

Some happier to be done

Then said to be happy

Where are we in this torment?

The happier you are

The deeper you’re in.

65.

When does it come to us?

When does forgiveness

Give us our turn to freedom

When does time

Healer of all beings

And destroyer of all things

Walk along this tundra

Abysmally cold and forgotten

Men of this self-defeated climate

And crushed hope

Would want to dream

Perchance to succeed

Or fall prey to pretense

And collapse in the mud of years wasted

Blast these wrongs into the storm

And like the weather as torn

Turn a blustery winter

Into a summer’s eve

66.

He wakes upon this blustery day

Huddled under blankets covered with snow

His breadth warmed his night’s dreams

As the stars spun over him in rows

The dark sky overcasts its schemes

Let’s fall crystalline to frost the trees

Power lines and pumps states nearby

The wind curls a drift near him

Snow covers his feet to his thigh

He blew igloo to his chin

Still; except for the breeze twirled to guilt

Trapped in icy sleep on a lost summer’s day

Wandering through youthful traps and turns

Rolls up a few icy breaths to decay

Quiet perfect the stillness now

As the morning sun burns into the day.