Cocytus

I scrape the ice

And chisel the windshield clear

Most chilly days.

This morning,

Colors swirl,

The world's expressionistic, semisolid,

Abstract in frozen smears of blue.

This heater will kick in soon.

I see outside as I see life and god,

So little

And enough.

Affairs are potent drugs,

The hazy soar

And then the crash,

Abyss,

The burning brittle cold sets in.

It's never easy letting go

Of what you never had.

- 12/17/25