The dark comes. Often it is brought. Sometimes it is even forced upon you by evil men. But light is there. The hope of light. The promise of light.

We rest in the promise of light.

the snow creates new landscapes
that move like faeries upon the wind
a fabric kind of earth that pulls
and snakes white across the road
incandescent in the headlight bright
and everything that was, is gone
replaced in a moment with a canvas
waiting to be reborn as a fresh art
insisting that it declare itself upon us;
but just when we’re ready to accept,
it fades away in the spring sunshine
as light and warmth herald its death
like it does for all great creations
so we hold our impatient breath
for its inevitable return with winter.

Perhaps my favourite song by Grimes.

Delete Forever

Song by

Grimes

Lying so awake, things I can’t escape
Lately, I just turn ’em into demons
Flew into the sun, fucking heroin
Lately I just turn ’em into reasons and excuses

Always down when I’m not up
Guess it’s just my rotten luck
To fill my time with permanent blue
But I can’t see above it
Guess I fucking love it
But, oh, I didn’t mean to

I see everything, I see everything
Don’t you tell me now that I don’t want it
But I did everything, I did everything
More lines on the mirror than a sonnet (woo!)

Funny how they think us naive when we’re on the brink
Innocence was fleeting like a season
Cannot comprehend, lost so many men
Lately, all their ghosts turn into reasons and excuses

Always down when I’m not up
Guess it’s just my rotten luck
To fill my time with permanent blue
But I can’t see above it
Guess I fucking love it
But, oh, I didn’t mean to

I see everything, I see everything
Don’t you tell me now that I don’t want it
But I did everything, I did everything
More lines on the mirror than a sonnet (woo!)

I see everything, I see everything
Don’t you tell me now that I don’t want it
But I did everything, I did everything
More lines on the mirror than a sonnet

Much that is seen
Remains unsaid
In a land gone mad
With starvation,  anger, and war
We go about the day
From breakfast to bed
As the world’s silent horrors
Storm on and ahead
This is how we stay alive
We cannot process all things
We must move forward to thrive
The living will continue to live
And the dead will stay dead
And we will release the past
As a skin that needs to be shed.

MEMO: To the general public
FROM: Poet Manifest
DATE: December 1, 2025
SUBJECT: New Poem

TEXT: To whit, we state for the record
this is a poem of depth and beauty
(Insert moving metaphor here)
This poem will suffice as the first
of the last month of the year
Thus counting the minutes down
To the dreaded, dreaded future.
Prepare yourselves and consider
This note to be you warning. /END