Winter Soliloquy

Lasting
twilight
crowds
static
time
in skies

twilight
gray days
and black nights
separation
from sun
and galaxy

crowds
cliques
clubs
congregations
in constellation
ephemerally
fighting
for control

static
songs
of note
weave
through
scarcity
easing
pain

time
absolute,
yet relative
as both ocean
and stream
recycles
its identity,
reduces
static,
renews
humanity.

Sky
gray days
separate
black nights,
congregating
pain
to recycle
my identity