February, FEBruary, feebruary, feeble february
I sink, I despair, but days and daze I stretch my eyes to horizons
My bones stretch longer, my words taake loonger, my thinking sloows
Didn't people come from the jungle where winter's jargon is unknoown
Bears hibernate, the caveman hibernates in caveman land but I don't
It's almost biblical, not. Winter is not biblical nor platonic.
I mend, I tic time off clock like a painters wrist watch painting life
That is gone from sight into space unfrozen by winters grip of spite!
What malice, but not, it is ignorance that causes sleep from snow and ice
Ignorance explains the better part of malice I'm told
But truth be told, I would love; I would walk; I would paint you roses
for one more day brightening smile... for one walk with you
But my butt is frozen to the ground.
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