John Sweet writes

late january, city of ghosts

early morning in blue and

grey all salt and dust and dirty

                                         frost all

                   failed connections all

                   threads of war but here just the

            soft hum of absolute clarity just the

dead weight of a merciless god

and i am thinking of you and

i am sorry for the pain i’ve

caused and together we are

less than what was promised but

     in this moment we are eternal

in the seconds before

the snow begins to fall

i have meaning

not enough to change the future

but i still grab it and run

 

 Dawn -- Odd Nerdrum