Walking along the ancient path
my moods began to flutter
I turned to read the epitaph
among the stones, a clutter
...
The cold chewed through
my sweater and coat
as I unclenched my arms
to reach up
...
Put down your hands
your cannot hide
melt your thick hair
in the fiery tide.
...
Let it be so
that life is done in repetition
that may we die
and become infant again.
...
Retire your spirit
in soulful daydream.
cleanse your conscience
and corrode the atmosphere
...