Awakening to White

Desolate, yet somehow sweet,
the fields covered over by the snow.
Lingering, an emptiness, completely full of air.
Breathe it in, a heady spin is yours,
as tingling, the numbness enters in.
Walk until you cannot feel the stress.
Mesmerized, a feel of endlessness.
Nose gone numb and ears that only
hear the howling wind.

Pain suspends itself sans inclination.
You fit in here without a point of view.
Moving on, you never quite get there.
A hill, a cave, the steam arising.
Hot springs calling out to those who dare.
Vicious spikes of heat and ice.
A tingling without the ecstasy.
Saturated inconsistency.
As one extreme just falls into an other.

Release. Control is lost. You come alive.
Like floating through an everlasting sky.
No goal to meet. No ban to beat you down.
A long lost scent of innocence.
Awakening into the white again...

? Michaelette ?

12/19/2003
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