our goodness disguises itself
as a hesitant trembling
A-421.6Hz
bound to marrow and memory
surer than this first snowfall
as a hesitant trembling
A-421.6Hz
bound to marrow and memory
surer than this first snowfall
or
the weary grief poised upon regret's edge
no doubt in the fear we are not enough
incomplete our box of paints
unfinished our sculpted stories
imperfection and debris create the amber
feel the whirling diadem of your existence
here
in this first
snowfall
