silence screeches
more than warning echoes do
the morning preaches
with no due date, no duration to
how long would words be
faking a winter dune
eyes dilate the see into season
clues, knowing well that
wellness is nothing but
unfamiliar warmth, related to
the fatal numb feeling _arise, arose,
arisen upon fragments of
'pick up your own pieces' from them scattered
dooms

                                                ­                                                ------ravenfeels