On a crisp chill morn’
Paradox so comforting
Fresh blanket of snow
Paradox so comforting
Fresh blanket of snow
Their loves and lives
All but lost to us
Except for edifices left behind
A story told in rock and refuse
And daytime dreams
Of my construction
And so we believe ourselves conscious
When every pattern we create
Has already been created
In our unconscious
I think I erect boundaries
To protect myself from what’s not me
But my boundaries
Enclose me
And so I define myself
Not by what is me
But by what is not me
Leaving no other possibility
Is like adding
Sprinkles
To frosting
Such exquisite beauty