on poor health, snowfall
a thin snow fell without sound, silhouetted against the black shadows of trees in the fragile light of dusk. the landscape whitened, became more plain. the rising moon, too, was thin. in this way, we were lulled to sleep.
this stillness lives also within my body, this winter lassitude. illness makes me talk in terms of absences; i am whitening, becoming more plain. the reductions and asceticisms of january: the wedding bed becomes the fever bed. i am freed from attachment, becoming incorporeal. see, the snow covers a blade of grass. the snow covers a tree branch. with such gentleness, such ineffable serenity, they are taken away.
a thin snow fell in the twilight hush, with only the sussuration of a slow and shallow wind. we lengthened the pauses between our breathing. we live now in a place where nothing moves, where january gathers its silences, a place quickened only by the months-old memory of migratory birds. a thin moon rises in the whitening sky.
this stillness lives also within my body, this winter lassitude. illness makes me talk in terms of absences; i am whitening, becoming more plain. the reductions and asceticisms of january: the wedding bed becomes the fever bed. i am freed from attachment, becoming incorporeal. see, the snow covers a blade of grass. the snow covers a tree branch. with such gentleness, such ineffable serenity, they are taken away.
a thin snow fell in the twilight hush, with only the sussuration of a slow and shallow wind. we lengthened the pauses between our breathing. we live now in a place where nothing moves, where january gathers its silences, a place quickened only by the months-old memory of migratory birds. a thin moon rises in the whitening sky.