04/16/2021. A Land of Snow the Cold Sky (poem)

It's snowing again a land of snow and the world is a contraption about to combust

She said a mixed-up assault of epistemic chaos those witch-haired winter trees Still murmurating like black birds in my field of consciousness searching the cold sky A pale moon suspended there a voice older than the body hears the voice The mountains the rivers the creatures crawl out of their holes to listen a flock

Across the sky announce the day the river's arms open reveal a body the gravel

Road my feet scrape the gravel road.