Standing Southward in a Westerly Wind - Be Still

Preaching in endless whispers
The snowfall came like every winter's
Believing the remnants had withered
We never saw the ground was blistered
And black with ice

Cold and brittle skinned
My breath has quickened
Be still, this language

Streaming in endless flutters
The snowfall turned our words to stutters
Now black with ice

Cold and brittle skinned
My breath has quickened
Be still, this language
In wan reproach
Cold, with stilted grins
Inflections stiffen
Be still, this wasteland

Culled through our silence
Our veins are slowing
And our hearts
Once nourished with hope and compassion
Shed the weight of a million suns
Shed the burden of holding on
Shed the burden of knowing love
Our blood is viscous
In these veins so coarse with id
Snow falls still

Cold and brittle skinned
My breath has quickened
Be still, this language
In wan reproach
Cold, with stilted grins
Inflections stiffen
Be still, this wasteland

Written by:
Sean Harold

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