Zero point fluctuation.
Indecision hangs all around
A rolling fog
As regular as the twelve bar blues
A metronomic impact fractures bones like plaster
The surface cracks in tiny increments
The degraded facade
And the ice comes
Low pressure
From overseas to underfoot
Under radar
The animal senses on override
They all begin to flee
Curtains get drawn
Windows boarded up
Layers of clothes added to layers of clothes
Fires stoked and candles lit
A stockpiling of all things that
Will burn
And the ice comes
Approaching like a childhood memory
An unconscious event best forgotten
It rises back up through cracks in the floorboards
And the men sense nothing
While the ubermensch knows all
And prepares
Regresses his mood
Retreats into himself
All negative energy and positive reality
Becomes null within the void
Synapse activity lessens as
The best of us become still
And wait for this season
To pass overhead
Knowing that the centre star
Will absolve us of
All this agony.