Old Winter

Old Winter

Winter grinds me up
Into a flowing sludge,
Seeping and drowsing
Through the faults in the ground

Winter keeps me anchored in the shadows
To quietly reminisce on old storms
In its still black waters

But not this season
On this sulfury eve
Of annihilation

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