Left on an unsustained ground
to stand and rely on
I would have preferred gold
or brass at least

Melting ice, melting fire
though it seems absurd
running weaker fairest bear
and that little bird
All around: stones and grashops
where there should be ice
seemingly a sight to see
“come has paradise!”

“No” exhales the fairest bear
thinner than before
little bird chews on his feathers
there beneath the shore

nothing to do
no one to love
no time to beg to differ
tears are what I have and love
they coexist with music
and ever crumbling dreams

I pulled your ear when you sneezed
your hair when you tossed
your toes when you laughed

your insides as you cried.

Claustrophobic.