why in a pinch do you shudder?
why in a rise do you wind?
why in a cold-blood does your winter
creep up inside your warm mind?
what does a manic spin splinter
when depression is wrought with no eyes
when does a casualty shiver
at knowing its knot is untied

how does a temper resolve itself
how do positions realign
how do the cryptograms cry for
you and me under a sign
when do the canopies whisper
that spring is upon us, my lord
and my lord, do you see me, i’m trying
my god, i am tried and forlorn
and reborn in a dawn’s desire to wake me up again