Not stopping the fall / but falling with,
Not purging the stain / but welcoming the velvet night
Not fixing the break / but holding the shards lightly, ever so lightly, until they sing
Not shoveling the coal / but becoming the furnace and the ash alike.
Not to follow / but to dissolve
Not to mend or to tend or to scream at the rend / but to be rended
Not to be warm / but to know the cold as your oldest skin.
The furnace cares not for the plans of the coal / Only the burn,
The snow falls not to be cataloged / But to blanket. To transform. To return. / To seek the fix is to be the rat / Gnawing wires in the wall of the world / Thinking it builds.
The snow needs no filter / The filter is the throat that burns
The sea needs no cure / The cure is the drowning
The necrosis comes / not as enemy / but as the tide’s sure turn
To seek the unblackening / is the furnace that forever yearns / and forever fails
Not purging the stain / but welcoming the velvet night
Not fixing the break / but holding the shards lightly, ever so lightly, until they sing
Not shoveling the coal / but becoming the furnace and the ash alike.
Not to follow / but to dissolve
Not to mend or to tend or to scream at the rend / but to be rended
Not to be warm / but to know the cold as your oldest skin.
The furnace cares not for the plans of the coal / Only the burn,
The snow falls not to be cataloged / But to blanket. To transform. To return. / To seek the fix is to be the rat / Gnawing wires in the wall of the world / Thinking it builds.
The snow needs no filter / The filter is the throat that burns
The sea needs no cure / The cure is the drowning
The necrosis comes / not as enemy / but as the tide’s sure turn
To seek the unblackening / is the furnace that forever yearns / and forever fails
