Buried in the snow
Watching the universe spin overhead
Smiling at the accelerating stars
Gripping my veins at their edges
Whispering oddities to me
Hammering the twilight of the ages
Into the cores of my soul
And tinkering with it
Gently
Like the master does with craft
Humming softly while they work
Hidden in the folds of time
And wondering nothing of the other world
Where we all sink in ecstatic bliss
Pure like skin of silken whistles
Guiding all the lights of the earth
Heaven and nirvana in their absolute essence
Firing all the shots of life
Bursting into their beings
Colours and waters and wiles
Wandering in step
Grasping all the solitary chimes
Aching in their silhouettes
Earnestly questioning
But accepting without delay
Heightened senses
Like watchmen towers
Fluttering in the ocean
Distancing nothing
Illuminating nothing
and phantasmagoric so––