Winter Solace

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Herds packed into urban factory farms, no solitude.

We are all damaged goods that can’t always be repaired,

but we can be tinkered into different forms,

build on the broken bones of our lost potential.

 

Give me rain

give me cold

give me windstorm

all the night.

 

I am the longed for isolation.

I manifest, socially cut off

alone in a crowd, hounded by the herd’s cry.

 

I am the demon spawned by predatory cityscape.

I walk the nightshades; those ever more shadowy seams

born from nature’s fall, and the baking of brick.

 

Give me ice

give me snow

give me clouds,

ominous, looming full.

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I am straight out in it, no one else around,

isolation found. Tactile – let me feel.

 

Give me chill that seeps in deep.

Carefully layer bundle build a fire

inside your mind just to bear the chill.

 

The elements, isolation.

Harsh cold, social insulation.

 

I am the freedom craved.

I am the craving we kill.

I manifest our trapped desires.

 

Give me thunderclap

crackle ozone hints

 

I am