The Creator was Wise Warning to winterize. Yet, the Temporal is praised. We, in the end, are amazed. All is for Nothing, All is for All Love is for Nothing Love is the All. It cuts clear and crisp Through Mind's muddy mist.
Science is truth revered.
There are branches, brown veins, And capillary lips They feed on ice licks Deep in ground's domain. The story of the cold Is blue chill, blue shadows. Kill the weak, kill the old. In the winter's sigh, Purple pain fingers die, Red, red hot cheeks survive By the red love fireside. There in the hardened sight, In the frozen lead pipes, We hear our children's fate, We hear our breath too late.