Yin Spill    
Still stand still
Ice cold till turn in    

Off balance in these frozen lakes  
Floating on reflection
Covered clouds  
Falling leaves of absinthe breath
Visible chills
Organic compounds
Headed downstream
Paring energies
Shifting grounds

Diving deep
No tank
Gassed and thrashed
Well spent
Tis the season of  
Dipping toes in venomous molds
Liquid gold

Currency for creativity  
Sold for souls
Breeze rolls
Through tall grass and forgotten trash

A Land of Ice & Sin
Two cold
Turn in  
Still standing still
Yin Spill