More Snow
It will never be enough
A flicker hovers
That no snow will ever smother.
I do prefer its cloak of all the weather
When the land is laid to rest beneath its cover
It makes me less afraid of death
And brings me time to isolate
To wallow, wail, procrastinate.
Don't believe that no one has regret
Sad but true the human will to drown
In hot pursuit to gain renown
Too late to toughen up and join that race
I prefer in any case to hunker down
From deep inside my space
I beam just one electron through the flakes
And keep my dream of you awake.
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