clear and brilliant flakes

strand themselves

across the ranks of windless oceans,

while deeper inside 

the intoxicated sky mirrored reflections

reveal earlier secret winters,

precious embraces

using the breath 

then pausing between spaces,

using that gesture

while imagining perfect drifts

foreseeing fantastic frozen lakes,

forging a rooted love

yet…

?

       ?     ?

                     ?   ?      ?

how could this holy oneness

radiate

random moments of sole survival 

?

       ?     ?

                     ?   ?      ?

deathlessly,

this vision appears helplessly novel,

solidly yet melting,

fusing and patching together these cracks 

in some other world called Earth

so when a warm snow begins

drifting down

these icy caverns of time,

 perhaps we will know at last

we were once very alive

11/7/69