“As she returns again, this thought leaks from my thawing head.
Her time away was rather brisk, more so than the previous.
And now, she’s found home in climates she’s never been.
The icicles that nailed my coffin of a bed,
melted long before I noticed I was
free to watch the plants bud from the dead.
Oh, the parts of life we miss when we’re self-condemned.”
-Tied to the Sunset, Artifex Pereo









