In our cramped igloos of
late
Shivering anger is our
only move
And yet it’s a weak
anger like that paleness, falsesness
Of the freezing, melting
walls
We shiver as our bed
fellow chills us to the bone
The sleepy paths of
their bare feet beneath the covers
An aggressive reminder of
the involuntary
In our chemical dreams
Our teeth fall from our
mouths
Out of the blue
Abrupt complexity
floods the nerves
Triggers dimensions of commotion
Puzzles which demand ordering
A reminder of the impossibility
of preparation
This life business is a
trying stream
Obstacles are the rule
not the exception
We watch over ourselves
like clouds
But also feel ourselves
from within
Feel the raw panicked
wounded soldier
Elaborating plans from
the emergent patterns
Sometimes hearing
damage in our bunkers
Sometimes divining
floating hope
Let us talk without our
logic holes
Talk threw our hearts
For the only way to
speak is like lovers
As though to our
younger selves
In the heat of crisis
As though to a fellow way-farer
Mounting the same
chilly climb
The hardest thing in
the world is self-control
Why else would we
suspect the rulers
