[FONT=Liberation Serif, serif]Orphan Winter
[/FONT]
[FONT=Liberation Serif, serif]It is the warmth of frozen shards[/FONT]
[FONT=Liberation Serif, serif]fueled by ambient firelight[/FONT]
[FONT=Liberation Serif, serif]erupting through glass bodies[/FONT]
[FONT=Liberation Serif, serif]in the eye’s easy cadence[/FONT]
[FONT=Liberation Serif, serif]gathered on glass branches[/FONT]
[FONT=Liberation Serif, serif]countless and encroaching[/FONT]
[FONT=Liberation Serif, serif]reflecting the empty fields[/FONT]
[FONT=Liberation Serif, serif]off the mind’s narrow larders[/FONT]
[FONT=Liberation Serif, serif]It is the towering horizon[/FONT]
[FONT=Liberation Serif, serif]gathered together by ice[/FONT]
[FONT=Liberation Serif, serif]holding the bodies of barren trees[/FONT]
[FONT=Liberation Serif, serif]together in dusk’s expanse[/FONT]
[FONT=Liberation Serif, serif]wizard-worn and diffuse[/FONT]
[FONT=Liberation Serif, serif]deep and crystalline[/FONT]
[FONT=Liberation Serif, serif]engendering memories;[/FONT]
[FONT=Liberation Serif, serif]the cinematic archive[/FONT]
[FONT=Liberation Serif, serif]of harlequin constructs.[/FONT]
[FONT=Liberation Serif, serif]And I could leap into this[/FONT]
[FONT=Liberation Serif, serif]and lose my history;[/FONT]
[FONT=Liberation Serif, serif]become like the frigid night[/FONT]
[FONT=Liberation Serif, serif]rolling gossamer lamplight;[/FONT]
[FONT=Liberation Serif, serif]in hot ensorcelled frames[/FONT]
[FONT=Liberation Serif, serif]I can’t make authentic[/FONT]
[FONT=Liberation Serif, serif]but will awaken with nostalgia;[/FONT]
[FONT=Liberation Serif, serif]a sudden violent spark[/FONT]
[FONT=Liberation Serif, serif]that evokes gatherings and revelries[/FONT]
[FONT=Liberation Serif, serif]of which I played no part[/FONT]
“[FONT=Liberation Serif, serif]My watch always seems to break[/FONT]
[FONT=Liberation Serif, serif]on these cross-country bus trips”[/FONT]
[FONT=Liberation Serif, serif]the young girl mutters to herself[/FONT]
[FONT=Liberation Serif, serif]through the noise of diesel[/FONT]
[FONT=Liberation Serif, serif]and lurching metal[/FONT]
[FONT=Liberation Serif, serif]but my attention is still pulled[/FONT]
[FONT=Liberation Serif, serif]like reeds in early spring thaws[/FONT]
[FONT=Liberation Serif, serif]and careless streams[/FONT]
[FONT=Liberation Serif, serif]winding through a quiet landscape[/FONT]
[FONT=Liberation Serif, serif]to places I never lived[/FONT]
[FONT=Liberation Serif, serif]and if I could stop the clock[/FONT]
[FONT=Liberation Serif, serif]and climb inside these moments,[/FONT]
[FONT=Liberation Serif, serif]even the simple ones,[/FONT]
[FONT=Liberation Serif, serif]like the absent boy[/FONT]
[FONT=Liberation Serif, serif]back to the amber hearth ...[/FONT]
[FONT=Liberation Serif, serif]It is the crowning carapace[/FONT]
[FONT=Liberation Serif, serif]of rolling, billowing snow[/FONT]
[FONT=Liberation Serif, serif]that moves the dial, and forces[/FONT]
[FONT=Liberation Serif, serif]the cold machine forward,[/FONT]
[FONT=Liberation Serif, serif]spearheading the radiant night[/FONT]
[/FONT]
[FONT=Liberation Serif, serif]It is the warmth of frozen shards[/FONT]
[FONT=Liberation Serif, serif]fueled by ambient firelight[/FONT]
[FONT=Liberation Serif, serif]erupting through glass bodies[/FONT]
[FONT=Liberation Serif, serif]in the eye’s easy cadence[/FONT]
[FONT=Liberation Serif, serif]gathered on glass branches[/FONT]
[FONT=Liberation Serif, serif]countless and encroaching[/FONT]
[FONT=Liberation Serif, serif]reflecting the empty fields[/FONT]
[FONT=Liberation Serif, serif]off the mind’s narrow larders[/FONT]
[FONT=Liberation Serif, serif]It is the towering horizon[/FONT]
[FONT=Liberation Serif, serif]gathered together by ice[/FONT]
[FONT=Liberation Serif, serif]holding the bodies of barren trees[/FONT]
[FONT=Liberation Serif, serif]together in dusk’s expanse[/FONT]
[FONT=Liberation Serif, serif]wizard-worn and diffuse[/FONT]
[FONT=Liberation Serif, serif]deep and crystalline[/FONT]
[FONT=Liberation Serif, serif]engendering memories;[/FONT]
[FONT=Liberation Serif, serif]the cinematic archive[/FONT]
[FONT=Liberation Serif, serif]of harlequin constructs.[/FONT]
[FONT=Liberation Serif, serif]And I could leap into this[/FONT]
[FONT=Liberation Serif, serif]and lose my history;[/FONT]
[FONT=Liberation Serif, serif]become like the frigid night[/FONT]
[FONT=Liberation Serif, serif]rolling gossamer lamplight;[/FONT]
[FONT=Liberation Serif, serif]in hot ensorcelled frames[/FONT]
[FONT=Liberation Serif, serif]I can’t make authentic[/FONT]
[FONT=Liberation Serif, serif]but will awaken with nostalgia;[/FONT]
[FONT=Liberation Serif, serif]a sudden violent spark[/FONT]
[FONT=Liberation Serif, serif]that evokes gatherings and revelries[/FONT]
[FONT=Liberation Serif, serif]of which I played no part[/FONT]
“[FONT=Liberation Serif, serif]My watch always seems to break[/FONT]
[FONT=Liberation Serif, serif]on these cross-country bus trips”[/FONT]
[FONT=Liberation Serif, serif]the young girl mutters to herself[/FONT]
[FONT=Liberation Serif, serif]through the noise of diesel[/FONT]
[FONT=Liberation Serif, serif]and lurching metal[/FONT]
[FONT=Liberation Serif, serif]but my attention is still pulled[/FONT]
[FONT=Liberation Serif, serif]like reeds in early spring thaws[/FONT]
[FONT=Liberation Serif, serif]and careless streams[/FONT]
[FONT=Liberation Serif, serif]winding through a quiet landscape[/FONT]
[FONT=Liberation Serif, serif]to places I never lived[/FONT]
[FONT=Liberation Serif, serif]and if I could stop the clock[/FONT]
[FONT=Liberation Serif, serif]and climb inside these moments,[/FONT]
[FONT=Liberation Serif, serif]even the simple ones,[/FONT]
[FONT=Liberation Serif, serif]like the absent boy[/FONT]
[FONT=Liberation Serif, serif]back to the amber hearth ...[/FONT]
[FONT=Liberation Serif, serif]It is the crowning carapace[/FONT]
[FONT=Liberation Serif, serif]of rolling, billowing snow[/FONT]
[FONT=Liberation Serif, serif]that moves the dial, and forces[/FONT]
[FONT=Liberation Serif, serif]the cold machine forward,[/FONT]
[FONT=Liberation Serif, serif]spearheading the radiant night[/FONT]