i know the peace
it’s quiet, dark, and still
the decay can’t be viewed as active
over time it just shows
continuing in circular patterns
all of it means little now
even less when time evaporates
an empty expanse
anything that could help
is either too far away
or has already died
frozen shut eyelids
reckless desperation
further than getting used to demands
pierce through congealed walls
this deep, leafless, white, snow blinding landscape
no division of air from ground
a crimson strewn across february