He Who
The
Universe
Made
Cold
It was
a light sheen of chill that cloaked his skin,
encountered while wandering alone in Life
Over time, this chill froze and frosted
his aura ---
changing the person into a Half--Spirit;
An Entity now nothing more than ice
Once where He walked along on the
grounds that
knew the footprints of Others,
He now places his feet atop trees
His respiration is only shallow puffs of
Anger
Touching no one ever again
He feels the dispassionate hug by the
arms
of the occasional Breeze
Territories and Minds explored over
Time forgone
tell legends of lost Shamans voices of
old
Bound in a realm of confusing verse
they speak in hushed, reverent tones of a man ----
"He Who The Universe
Made Cold"
Perhaps a rendezvous in Time will come
when you may encounter Him
Just a fleeting glimpse on a frigid
clear crystal day
Gaze at His reflection of His former
self worth
Choose your words carefully should you
speak to Him...
For it was mere words that made Him
this way
JWS, 16
April 00 (Personal)
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