Winter

There’s no longer fear to be undone
on a pedestal that is pure white still
three o clock aporia and pills
Only swollen hearts feel a low
violence in a mother left behind, getting cold
monolithic firing squad in black
Meanwhile winters surely coming
hemlock to a dreamless sleep
lay your hands down on me
and feel a null duality
My body clamors sacred
despite all seasons empty
no reason in blank matter
to choose chaos or