Over a well, despairing I sit alone, Cold, on the cold, cold grey stone. The cloudless night should cover all And leave me lonely on this old grey wall. Torn ligaments and shattered bone, Gore dripping, ruddy blood in rivers, Scream visageless a faceless moan, Cold thin, gray icy windy shivers. Falling, forever reeling in a swoon, Down and whirling down, flailing to no avail, Lonely, soundless like the call of no loon, Bleached, white ravished like a shredded sail. Beyond the farthest star, rag-clad, These dread cyclonic forces know no pity.
Tornado tears a trillion each alone.
Our revolving world spinning in an orbit of its own. Cold thin gray icy windy shivers. And see the forgotten leaf I laid on my desk. Shaking hands gingerly hold the withered brown. My hate was only half-seeing's seeing.