This snow, this snow, this consumption.
It is a sinister tabula rasa, a second flood
More permanent.
So it follows that this is when I feel the safest;
Yes, I cannot leave my house, but
Neither can the unwelcome enter.
It has become easier to count the hours
Than the number of days, because those, my friend
Those are easily limitless.
Feb 10, 2010
Feb 10, 2010 at 5:01 AM UTC
This snow, this snow, this consumption.
It is a sinister tabula rasa, a second flood
More permanent.
So it follows that this is when I feel the safest;
Yes, I cannot leave my house, but
Neither can the unwelcome enter.
It has become easier to count the hours
Than the number of days, because those, my friend
Those are easily limitless.