Untitled - November 17, 2004

It's a deadening moment
that silences all life
and renders barren
all thought
until the gust of bitter cold
flows through the moment.

It's the priniciple deed
of misnomers
to numb the feeling
that sweeps through
the mind -
freezing all thought
for posterity.

It's the futile struggle
for breath
at a time where there is none
that dampens all thought
and action.

Sliding its way into a place
where the lack
speaks more
than any content.

Like the last of the autumn leaves
falling into the darkness,
the moments stretch out.