A Deep February, Swollen

Purple in the Sanctuary

February caresses the roots

Taken in hierarchical gloom

A fast in sleeping

On the night of shrill tunes

Eager for the in-killing

The spread of glistening hands

Under darling lamplight

In the Enter the grinning spectre

Hovering hovering hovering o’er me

Fast until sleeping fast asleep

The ripped paper February

Sealskin dried and stapled

At the back of the room

Resonance reminds discordant tunes

Hold fast the last March

You’ll dwindle soon before the step