The twin scorpions
of this long long winter circle.
Stinging me with cold
crystal bullets
of reality.
Floating benumbed
in this strange hiatus
insubstantial as spider webs.
I am bound hand and foot
in discordant emotion
by this aureola of servitude
to an irrefutable world.
Change has up rooted me...
Searching my way
through the daedlain maze.
The labyrinthine twists
while I find no door
to escape.
Sevngali the call to life,
for I remain
astride the tiger...
