with a sense
lost in dreams of lastnight. i think i will convert to the religion of snow. to float gently. to fall from stars. i have been sleeping for a hundred million years. my shape, an abstractrion. spirit traveling far in the night for a conversation. a sacramental landscape. friendship. i drift on...
a moment of reprieve held gently
in a moment. so innocent, harmless. with the ability to change everything.
the snow falls. on heavy eyelids. wrapped in comfort.