Of frost and stars

The impoverished of experience

judge the free spirits

Those who dance through summer

even winter

Lovingly revered in fantasias

beings from another planet

Their ability to love atrophied.

Even so, with palpable incongruity they are loved.

Everything is connected across space and time.

A soft inner whimpering

a drift

into

an abyss

of frost and stars.

Alone.

And so, begins my TRAUERLAUFBANH

My career in mourning.