Winter - Wreck and Reference

There’s no longer fear to be undone

on a pedestal that is pure white still

three o clock aporia and pills

Only swollen hearts feel a low

violence in a mother left behind, getting cold

monolithic firing squad in black

Meanwhile winters surely coming

hemlock to a dreamless sleep

lay your hands down on me

and feel a null duality

My body clamors sacred

despite all seasons empty

no reason in blank matter

to choose chaos or