My soul's heaven's dust, Flesh of crystal six-fold. Escaped gray nimbostratus And fell to the white earth cold. Â Unique among the fallen Myriads of exclusive designs. Feathered needles, radial columns, Plates and plates and all the rimes. Â Yet alone am I among the billions. Laying here in the cold quiet. Hexed beauty hidden. White out by the vast riot.
Nice!
A very lovely poem!