displayed
see your breath
breaches startle
the assurance
of the still dark
winter philosophers
of our past days
who are frozen
in the certainty
that all
their arguments
over truth
have been settled
in strange
disconnect
from the proof
of the thrum
and thrill
that links them in
imperceptible debt
each to the other
cold calls
promise little
except possibilites
made visible
when strangers
collide