To A Changing Sky: Poem by Spencer James Manchester

Tell me, what has you so calm?
That you so merely rest
atop the edges of
this Earth,
growing colder.

You render me tired,
though sleepless and without
a moment passing devoid of thought.

Aimless, I suppose I'll sit here
and gaze upward, embracing
a certain warmth that
comes from the
chill of

Life
around me
leaving everything

everywhere, everyday
it will wither, more and
more becoming less than what

it was.

And from
your unreach comes a
murderer, with a voice
that steals mine and leaves

it on the ground,
outside to
warn me
of

the coming Malaise-

Lightly, it tumbles toward
the last remaining
Gerbers

as they await their
Departure from
my intentful
hands.