I have ached as a quivering branch in the depth of winter.
Layer and layer of ice encase me in their coffins.
Sealed with ageless desolation in a frozen wasteland.
Stripped raw and suspended in mid-grasp.
And in the final spasms of life-
reality peaks out from anxiety.
Its abyss erupts in the space of my eyes;
as the mushroom blooms in the sky for infinite instant.
And existence is glimpsed in its open maelstrom-
just before the coffin explodes!! …