JaveryAxelMann

A welcome respite from a doleful scene! How many dreadful years, up until now, there must have been; Their outstretched, wicked palms and fingers twitching--avaricious, Machinations forged by time, a cosmic fusillade--pernicious. Without alleviation-tipping further-grasping out at straws- Bounding ever-forward through the aeons without pause... Here abates dissatisfaction; with it, something new, while Through the looking-glass, a vibrancy comes into view.

I like the way 'incipient' sounds, A susurrous shadow in the soft air        between teeth and tongue--                vague and nothing now, An alarm as its silhouette comes into focus,        Ineffable when it has receded.

Again, upended--suspended, Seeking resurgence unresisting, Instead barrier and blockade. Five months and fourteen nights, The only yield an indifferent frost. The landscape, transfigured: A dismembered ecosystem Of mud-turned-brick, Flowers withered corpses in their casket-beds, A frozen lake of dead grass lined by the brittle forest's edge; Resigned, with a melancholic wince; Trees bare that never bore any leaves.

While I came to a boil, The rest evaporated away Until I sat alone at the bottom.