Quiet, uncommon silence on my lips
This is a rare moment were I’m left speechless
As the breaths inhale and exhale fog erupts in pattern
Although sometimes longer, sometimes shorter
I get the impression the sequence doesn’t particularly matter
In this moment content in the obvious overwhelms
A slight sheet of ice
Melts with the slightest hint of light
Even when cold overtakes the norm
The thaw is well under way
Single, deliberate action begs consequence
The curvature of glass leaves light in the form of ash imprints
Natural is now unnatural ever since we conformed it
Although sometimes better, sometimes worse
Blame does not lie on inventor when the world demanded it
In this moment content in the obvious is overwhelmed
A slight sheet of ice
Forms with the slightest tick of time
Even when heat overtakes the norm
The freeze is well under way
Traction is lost
Ground far but quick to touch
As the ashes fall
I’m left speechless
In this moment content in the obvious overwhelms its self
I open my eyes and all is unfamiliar