sunken into the soil are the remnants of an inner turmoil
as dewormed by the seasons yet affirmed by selected reasons
(1 being that)
winter is not dead
+
the snow is a splinter in the head
seeing the deep visible white
coated on everything in plain sight!
though, ICE is still very much visible!
Fuck their devious ambition
which is to reinforce the exploitive condition !
This cold has been here long before 2003
With a militant and deadly key:
they have filled the streets with blood without regard for human life :
with hate and rugged symphonies are we led to such strife!
this sound is not a melody but a passageway to entropy
a house built with collapsed hardware
Which is, in and of itself – not that rare to see the subsequent stare!
thus: in the name of all that’s free from despair:
may we all find solace elsewhere, (preferably) within us first of all _ for we are watered at our thirst to the call.