I don't know how snow would feel against my calloused palm
but I think I have an idea. Is it in any way to be compared
to the burning cold your metal bones exhale on me?
What is white winter? Falling leaves branding the earth's skin
with red glowing blisters, only to burst and reveal
smooth ice underneath? I've heard of the earth clotting with
greens and dandelions and lavenders. I've heard of how
the earth heals itself, but I've never even had a glimpse.
Is it in any way to be compared to lives and deaths
of creatures living inside a mechanical box?