Where do I go from here?
I can't live on the mountaintop
isolated in an icy shell
insulated in the snow.
Where do I go,
where do I go from here?
Roads run like capillaries
out of and into coagulant veins.
Blood from my heart stains
the white world I've tried to make.
Take me back to the wind!
It left me here alone.
In the church there is a window
that changes light
from white into a rainbow scenery.
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