Withering alphabet leaves
Buried under blizzard hush
Grape knuckles rotting on the vine
Elements of cool and forced retreat
Woods grey with solitude
Trees bare and sleeping for the time being
My arousal for living
Meets me here again
In these surroundings
Haven't had my eyes open for a while
Dusky sleepy view and no light pollution
That dulls every inch of my spine
Turning the knots inwards and twisting the fences
Out in the yard
I yearn to come back and stay this time
With or without the sickness
With or without the proper attire
My warmth was never really in question
As long as I could be in the sunrise every morning
And shush to sleep every night when it fell
These are the times of past forgotten that I only think of here
It's Ok
No one can hear me screaming
I go about a day full of vigour and significance
I haven't known for a long time
The advice has been taken and pondered
Appreciated
I've seen the here and the now and the way back when
I can't live without myself again
My belonging in this hierarchy is right here at the bottom
Where nothing can be taken for granted
And Mother Nature is the only voice
Last time I stayed there were bears out the window
Mama and babies playing in the meadow
So glad the windows were shut so she couldn't smell human
And get scared and run away
I wouldn't blame her
They rumbled around the tall grass at dawn
I made coffee on the woodstove and took it out to the porch
Good morning Moose, I can see your breath again
I've never felt so comfortable and safe in my life
And it's time maybe to go back
I don't think anyone can hear me here anyway
No one seems to be listening
Like learning a second language
I'm tired of trying and meeting and small talk
I'm tired, so tired of moving my lips
And getting no response
As much as there are people
There are words I cannot, dare not, do not share
Just haven't in a long time
This untrust has served me well
That it is lonely at times with all these bodies around
Is my only consistency
There seems to be no depth left in this world
To dive into
My hands freezing
If there is no reason, conviction
What is there
Are people correct in their assumptions
That it is pointless to help, that no one cares
I wonder and become filled with weeping
At the thought that it might be true
Balance is a delightful void
To believe in
Not a matter of running away from anything
Towards
More like skipping
There's too much to muddle through here
And there is no one left to fold up with
Buried under blizzard hush
Grape knuckles rotting on the vine
Elements of cool and forced retreat
Woods grey with solitude
Trees bare and sleeping for the time being
My arousal for living
Meets me here again
In these surroundings
Haven't had my eyes open for a while
Dusky sleepy view and no light pollution
That dulls every inch of my spine
Turning the knots inwards and twisting the fences
Out in the yard
I yearn to come back and stay this time
With or without the sickness
With or without the proper attire
My warmth was never really in question
As long as I could be in the sunrise every morning
And shush to sleep every night when it fell
These are the times of past forgotten that I only think of here
It's Ok
No one can hear me screaming
I go about a day full of vigour and significance
I haven't known for a long time
The advice has been taken and pondered
Appreciated
I've seen the here and the now and the way back when
I can't live without myself again
My belonging in this hierarchy is right here at the bottom
Where nothing can be taken for granted
And Mother Nature is the only voice
Last time I stayed there were bears out the window
Mama and babies playing in the meadow
So glad the windows were shut so she couldn't smell human
And get scared and run away
I wouldn't blame her
They rumbled around the tall grass at dawn
I made coffee on the woodstove and took it out to the porch
Good morning Moose, I can see your breath again
I've never felt so comfortable and safe in my life
And it's time maybe to go back
I don't think anyone can hear me here anyway
No one seems to be listening
Like learning a second language
I'm tired of trying and meeting and small talk
I'm tired, so tired of moving my lips
And getting no response
As much as there are people
There are words I cannot, dare not, do not share
Just haven't in a long time
This untrust has served me well
That it is lonely at times with all these bodies around
Is my only consistency
There seems to be no depth left in this world
To dive into
My hands freezing
If there is no reason, conviction
What is there
Are people correct in their assumptions
That it is pointless to help, that no one cares
I wonder and become filled with weeping
At the thought that it might be true
Balance is a delightful void
To believe in
Not a matter of running away from anything
Towards
More like skipping
There's too much to muddle through here
And there is no one left to fold up with
