Why do I fear the true winter death to come
I guess I’ve lived without seasons much too long
I hate having to think of weather and falling down in wet icy snow and mud my knees all skinned, pants all soaked
Every winter I lose my balance
Every cloudy day a nervous breakdown

Darker, darker, darker I can’t see good even when it’s light
In the blackness I can’t move or work
Forgetting that most of the universe Jupiter, Neptune, Pluto,
Out beyond is black and cold nothing to eat
Blake’s demons rage and govern, smashing suns with back hand swipe