window

opened today.

on a dark oily substance
while a mind closed tightly
against its own
insubstantiation
inside another's head.

what gives with this spewing?

posturing madness
unresolved grief
sideways attack
no one is ever prepared for.

arctic promses nothing but ice and freeze.
promises neither a freshet of spring
nor a hope of newness.
only
cold.
and
colder.