For verbage unidentified, I qualify you
to steer the herd.
And vocalize my untold poem,
contextualize the redundancies
and the fanaticisms.
Beneath countless orders and requests,
there lies in you a breath of laughter’s
contagion. And in me, beneath these waves
and particles of light’s transmission;
I give you a flurry of Winter.
So cold, so chill, yet so awakening.
Half a nut shell;
lying in the snow.