shadows on the face of things like india ink

black coal dark cloaking branches in the eve

while my eyes search like blind dogs lost in the fog

 

where is sunrise?

where is the east?

 

turn me toward the warmth of a new day

that i might move left then right foot forward

out of this glacial sleep

where even dreams are but frozen mist

and light is the unthought of brilliance

of a mind that has yet to exist