Winter Crystal Dream

Written winter 2017.

Winter Crystal Dream

Shining, shimmering, hard rock powder salt sewer.
Crush it, snort it, poke it, smoke it. Fall under a spell.
Fresh air in cold hands.
A star spears a pale shard of light through the heart of the night sky.
The essence of that plunger of death.
The frigid air has a positive and negative charge.
Like magnets against the lunar surface in space.
A psychosis metamorphoses smash a frozen lake.
Dimensions flicker in the trees and leaves void of color and light.
Falling down hard but feeling strong.
Its grace disgraced, broken and laced.