Count Each Snowflake

Count Each Snowflake
© Surazeus
2025 12 05

Since cold silence almost crushes his heart, 
he nearly forgets to sing about death 
as he trudges aimlessly in dark woods 
with secret purpose to count each snowflake 
that shrouds the pulsing world in bitter faith 
so no one remembers warmth of sunlight. 

Expansive sweetness of beautiful light 
explodes from languid happiness of dust 
in golden fruit that ripens to excess 
with loud assertion of conceptual rights 
that he dares claim with nonchalance of fear 
because everyone ignores he is real. 

Almost concerned that love connects dead hearts, 
he reaches out his hand with trembling hope 
to understand why people everywhere 
seem charged with competitive energy 
in fight for power to control the world 
though it all crumbles to sand in the end. 

He slouches by brick wall of the locked bank 
and stares at lights that blink on trunks of trees 
while busy people walking somewhere fast 
pretend his body is no more than mud 
that throbs with feelings of hunger and rage 
by delicate murmuration of fate. 

Inverted sparkplug of his chugging brain 
smears turpentine letters on copper scrolls 
which flares dialectic polarity 
based high on motion of primitive thoughts 
appointed by the clown of solitude 
to grant obscene wishes of refugees. 

He shall not panic at relentless crash 
of whistling stones that hop with legs of frogs 
against aggressive governments through tax 
designed to wrench triumphal latency 
in durable sequence of puzzling songs 
which map demographics of shattered states. 

No traveler remembers their false name 
they write with blood of angels in blank books 
till winter rain dissolves morality 
while goddess of beauty ascends stone stairs 
to sing with strange flames of the last sunset 
that shocks country people with travesty. 

So he rides winged monkey bound for Oz 
to reign as emperor of nowhere else 
with artificial brain of rancid dreams 
programmed by cats that evolve into apes 
on our way to become weird human beings 
who like to count each snowflake of the mind.