fearsickles
crisps at the nose
the corner of the eyes
even the crack of
one's thoroughly lost
and snowblind
buttocks
godforsaken blizzard
this prodigious chill
whats killing me
I could have like a
divine vision
telling me to just
go to sleep
warm at last
warm at last
and peaceful
as if at home
drifting
like the snow drifts
solidifying
like the waters
in this
silly
somber
blizzard
sleeping
atop the snow
Kane Rose Up: Christogenesis and Taoist Indolence. Abaddon1215, the Futnuckery. The Tetramulleton. Le Solidaritot. Mikiavelli, crytpogenic dissipations. Triphammer. Der Gubermensch.
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fearsickles crisps at the nose the corner of the eyes even the crack of one's thoroughly lost and snowblind buttocks godforsaken blizzar...
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Really nice poem. I especially love the second half 🙂
ReplyDeleteI've heard that snowbound people feel warm when they're about to die of frostbite/exposure. that's the middle part, like they feel warm and just drift off to sleep.......
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