in the isolated periphery
of my world, i tense
as winter breeze sieze
my soul. nevermeant
to go out not alone.
shone this distant sun on
this mystic month, my stoned
body and mind cons
me, a missing self.
listening, knelt over
sees gray branches felled,  
distant geese hover.
hope for these as frozen thoughts,
but it keeps moving.
yesterday night's image trot
and a last year scene flickering.
childhood embrarrasment dredged
and last month stares still sting.
lousy appendages of the past caged
today. an image is suspended string,
puppeteering a malaise
that stricken me, flings
everything on me, say,
it is this, the only me that remains