who is saved
has not presumed
they are lucky
who is damned
has not despaired
not despaired
I shall talk to you
and my words
penetrate
the delicate tracery
of your snowflake
heart’s venous
system. In this
way, I am an
intimate.
This life scales.
A voice is
animate
within
the voice, a voice
within and within
another, as
crystal ice
extends dominion
and despair
settles in general
over the land, winter.
