Friday, 28 March 2025

a coo new word on the wind

 a cool new word on the wind


sastrugi 

has cut me to the bone

frozen my veins

sent my pulse deep into me

the snake wind has run away

defiance is eroded but stays true

there is the sun rising across

the bleak landscape of me 

lodging in the cavern under the glacier

bluer than blue

the silence screams

please please stop

there now

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