stale from the dream land
of bad angel angles
came the unintended experience
so I walked out
past what I thought I’d left behind
to dance in hot rotations
till I was cool enough
to be lost again
and sink to depths of who I never was
where creatures live through me
until I sing this simple song
schubert
watches the snow
listens to schubert
watching schubert
listening to the snow
listening to the schubert
watching snow
listening to
schubert
☄