pallidamors
Bluelighter
A little temperature,
to bring sighted substance to breath,
Hands gloved in pockets,
lights hung around windows,
sake out of glasses.
Spread on the table, travel books,
photographs, spreads of midsea islands,
And in an epileptic seizure,
time lapsed for weeks,
feet trudging through frost,
arms out for balance on ice.
Like a fakir in his trials of faith,
enduring the dryest of winters,
Snow will not fall, the frost sticks forever.
to bring sighted substance to breath,
Hands gloved in pockets,
lights hung around windows,
sake out of glasses.
Spread on the table, travel books,
photographs, spreads of midsea islands,
And in an epileptic seizure,
time lapsed for weeks,
feet trudging through frost,
arms out for balance on ice.
Like a fakir in his trials of faith,
enduring the dryest of winters,
Snow will not fall, the frost sticks forever.
