Transparent web of symmetry
You've tricked the light of stars
To search within your corridors
And bleed upon your walls
And then to briefly stumble --
Yet reemerge still brighter
Then what was there before
You must have held it
For just a moment
To defy this sacred law,
To concentrate and
Then release
The suspended frozen rays,
From your tufted little suns
Lofting milky radiance from
Buttressed gothic spires
Appended and supported
By those major and minor angles
Best suited for spheres
With gentle constitution
And hexagonally fractal frameworks
Budding baby's breath
A winter's wildflower
Wild as the wind
Out to dance a silent fugue
With others of her kind
And couple up together
Upon her Mother's heatless ground
And if the weather's cold enough,
Her stature will invigorate,
And reinforce her crystal grip
By careful amalgamation
With temperatures held low
And atmospheric pressure high
Often she'll survive at least until the spring
But now she is so many
she's clouded up the sky,
And reduced my visibility
To just a few short feet
My orientation gone,
The world fades to white
And I have lost my way…
