.

Where your bellow breaths crystallize and 

Fall behind veiled eyes 

Winds wane 

The sun having already committed it’s entire being to ensuring that window paned light continues to emit every arch of colored waves through a hummingbird’s delicate, translucent wings 

Was left in some place of lost lessons

Written for remembrance

But folded and dropped on a decaying shelf

Where disciplines are stacked and categorized 

Is this that season in hell that was promised?

Retired, dried, and bookmarked 

Saved for later

Ranked by distance, it irritates the paradox

The nettle in tears

As giants rest in canyons

Sleeping their heads aside mountain cliffs 

They don’t dare look to devils 

But directly 

Only if 

Snow filled ears

Deaf to turned backs 

Over salted 

They don't even notice 

What came applauded