My soul's heaven's dust, Flesh of crystal six-fold. Escaped gray nimbostratus And fell to the white earth cold. Unique among the fallen Myriads of exclusive designs. Feathered needles, radial columns, Plates and plates and all the rimes. 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!