Attuned to the faintest whisper
Life in its frozen beats
Calculations of a miracle
Blowing smoke into the deep

Grey land under a touched sky
Swirls of transient ecstasy
Willows and bruises on my thighs
Waterfalls and heresy

I am the voice in the shadow
I am the heart that pounds beneath
Say, when is summer to come?
When will the sun bring me relief?

I am a drawing in the sand
A feeling that habit made whole
I am alive if I transcend
I am unmoving in the cold

-Andria