It's something to sneeze at (Jan. 1)

It's something to sneeze at, 

the fog the way u can literally

be a mountain top and driving by

the same moment as well, the mud

at the same moment u can 

be a dad and his kid twined in

banal deliberation, is it ashier

to glow and then hush or gather

each pulverized aspect of thy self?

look, you are hearing a sound and 

also it's gone, look your integers

are lightweight as hell, look someone

would apprehend this by now, living

inside your deliberations if not the

guarding, the grout you feverishly

apply over all u can observe, 

over all the borders of icy

and burning make sense the more

you wait one side of the grenetz or

other, it's easy, this your language

this your body the outer space

of your deepest dreams, it waits

a while.