Cold sleet flakes of frozen fall
The eye sees far but blurred a-close
Salt lies dormant; grip the mall
Imagination fills the gaps
Chilling certain joy not sure
Nothingness the heavens cry
But death makes solid, stale, impure
Internal fear external being
Fire burns heart beats on
Thumping only signals life
Darkened lightness coming dawn
Above beyond the colorless
Or be it colored filled as full
There is slight comfort hidden deep
Faith's strong power vicious rule
As bleak the show as hard the sight
Desire hearts minds ceaseless plight
Senses fail sunken height
And only survives the idea
White.
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