days go by

you stall and stammer
before encounters etched into long
returns of memory

snow all afternoon and into night drive home in blizzard red blue light trucks in snow
blur by wind across eaten sacrificed corn-god harvested plains a month ago covered
with dead corn husks now furrowed black earth whitening under blizzard's onslaught
and salutation a silver moon brief week ago coin spun silver into high arctic cold stars
wheeling now trees again full of white leaves and cones while sun goes missing
snow all night driving brief surge of stalled traffic into blue red whirl lights spun
out of water into frozen white earth untented hearth flurries down chute throat of fire
and cold fires burn blue red silver coin spun high cold wind the bones of evening

as days go by, as nothing happens in this long dormancy still
sleep of winter ages long sleep of come heavy sleep the image of true death

Come, Heavy Sleep    
by John Dowland; processed and electronically modified by AD