the frozen lands do not whimper
when spring does not come
once again I I i am drinking coffee drumming pencils
feeling so much for you
it’s always about you your listening your knowing without asking the questions
just hearing me out
the frozen lands do not close their gates
to winter birds
tho they desert the northern saloons for hot places
in the newspaper they said he’s too busy to be a president
he’s too left feet to know what love is to heal healthcare
to provide
the frozen lands do not whisper like atoms
they worship the clock. it is always motion
in ice there is no reply only full
sphere of remote love
pleasing the sun pleasing the stars
it is always light
and it is always dark in the frozen lands.
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