[January24th]

I wonder if cattle
so branded
are cherished
before they perish?

does that make winter
any less harsh
or Autumn any more welcome
when, one cold day
the shrinking skin
pulls at the stubborn scar?
a tender hurt,
this proprietary interest
being the lowest sort of love...

[Neuromancer]

winter is harsh
and scars are
the sonnet
written
on our
soul

sing to me

dust erases
and the earth
encases
all hierarchies
of love

but
tonight
between both
dark and light

i sing to thee