I can’t tell anymore.

Being outside                                                          ­                 Being indoors

   ***** laundry overtakes my drawers.two days dirt saturates my
  pores.texts and calls being ignored.avoidance of all commitment.
          
I’m scaring myself.
                                                              No­ one around to help, to witness.
            What to say of                                     i s o l a t i o n  
                                                             ­   If it gives me a different sickness?

The most beautiful light
Is the bounding brightness
Which leaps off of perfect snow
And catches high in the ceiling eyes alive

Such a vision will be forever alive in me.

See this?

The Queen
not dead
but dormant
for so long
So so long
stirs
already for a long time now
drenched with knowing
with foreboding
She lies still
patient
but never unseeing

On this day
it is raining
On this day
what needs to happens
happens

On this day
a hand
stretches out towards Her
shy but determined
A hand She knows well
A face She knows
so well
so
so well