This notion has struck me gently. Greatly undisturbed and rather Unperturbed by the recent string of events that meant that everything is…
Frigid
Sitting, soul pressed to the windowWatching the first slow swirling flakesOf a late November snowfallMandelbrot angels whose fractalShapes scarce breathe in the cold night airAs they swathe the world in silence
Saltbush encrusted subsistenceWhere the life that measures rainfallMeasures the depth of tears…
The floor boards tremble beneath her feet as the bass takes on an incredulous beat . White noise.
A diabolic gush weakens her stance as she tries to mimic life's new dance.Tempest storm.
