Once the looming soul-stitch burst
And its black fabrications blanketed the earth
With melancholy ash– only then did we feel the chill
Of the eternal winter that suspends crystalline all animatrons.
Glacial in ever-lagging inertia
We sleep in furnished caverns
And stew the days away.
Our cauldron overflowing
With conceptions contradictory
And vague, quite bland yet sufficient
To maintain us through stony decades.
Through prehistoric inklings
That dance on cave walls we travel time
& arrive somewhere it is spring
So again we can believe.
It is not so much that winter makes us doubt
But that it shows the other side
Of what is loathed: grisly beauty
That soft souls would see denied
To us betrothed, we marry darkness
In the fullness of our being.
Now unclothed, we leave aside the bridal veil
And darkest gloom: to dance amongst the stars
In blackest bliss sewed through a starry loom.
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