Winters Not Nice

Mud sluffing around disgrace
a broken gullet hooked from lack of distinctions

The undulations for slowly meticulous life remains
on eyes ears and moods- with life

Listless yet frantic verve squeals at lower than average temperature
that spell deadly cold

Cauldron of rot you're now the freezing tempest of consciousness

Dimmed by agoraphobia the license to harangue all
flies from the Fahrenheit zero and below

I am a faction of seekers who pray to be allowed into the gracious realm
....a season is that...

But the only way forward is to push Earths tilt to the other half....
and that ends that!