what a vision in glass this bright and blinding morning is,
this winter’s day ablaze in white and crystal sun-pun cloak
it covers each branch, each leaf of every shining oak;

and you know on these cold and snowy days
that dark is a myth dispelled by a moment’s brightening,
that night is erased from memory by a single stroke of lightning;

so i fill my mind forever with these incandescent flashes,
these fragments that can be stitched together to banish black,
to blanket my mind in a quilt of brilliant memory-feedback
and those things that seek to drag me down are burned to ashes