Winter, Wins

A Poet has a Task:

that of Transcribing the Divine—

organizing waves into measurable notes—

giving form to the shapeless cosmic—

preserving intention and trajectory

while inventing a universal Vessel

with Partial Tools—

the ethereal made tangible—

its structure, altered,

essence preserved.

Through Language, degrees of Failure

have warmed the hearts of generations.

And Winter,

Continues,

to Freeze our Fall.