ices over. Leafless. Listless. Heaven only an idea scraping out its breath. Such cloudy
disappearances. Pentimento, palimpsest. The fade of you still lingers. Blue air splinters white.
Was ever-after a wish, once upon a lie? Here again I miss, I wake. The Sky Ungained by footfall.
Morning cracks, reseals itself in ice. Lacework scars the windows, scribbled maps derange the
Titles and italics from Emily Dickinson