poem in winter, song for the sun
of asters in autumn, of Judgement Day come
I saw the way
your eyes turned back
like pillars of salt.
removed from the World like the Stars up above
I enter my anger and feast on my fear
embrace the anxiety, let what's here be here
but I saw the way
my eyes looking back
turned my body to salt
removed me from the World like the Stars up above
weighed down by anger, held back by belief
isn't there something to give me relief?