Oblivion

if you stay too long
among those golden snowflakes
falling like roses

in that other world
so peaceful     so sweet
so uninterrupted

white face
appearing through a filigree of ice

I call
from rocks and ploughshares
sun and blood

what if that phrase
sank into white noise
and that clear gaze

surely one gets hungry
in oblivion
cold

I know you don’t get lonely
at the border of sensation
but slowly
without exactly living
you get old