Those chimes again,
they sing along with
the snow falling
outside my window;
ringing at every
wild blow of the
hungry wind,
the ravenous beast
burying the world.
It seems the air itself
is supplying the music
for its own chaos.
A radical rhythm,
where one bell’s sound
seems to end, several more
begin.
All filling in each others' spaces,
welcoming in the monster…
“Lay this house to waste.”
They beg,
“Free us from this sill.
Take us away with you.
Winds lift us up
and free us from these walls.
Behind us,
“Lay this house to waste.”
They beg.
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