There's a nasty impermanence in the air,
with the cold.
As I see my breath, I see what's next.
A soldiering on of the highest degree,
In pursuit of something that seems to be necessary.
A trudging on of tired feet, we meet in corridors for a minute
A minute of infinity.
Suddenly it seems, infinity has shrunk,
Not unlike Alice.
Our Prison turns to Palace,
We make promises, more minutes to come,
and then the best of us are up and gone.
Diaspora of the minds,
bodies,
souls,
People we can say we've always known.
The next moment is cherished,
the next few are farther between,
and next you know,
lines appear in faces once smooth,
until the faces come forth again, but different.