DEEP EYED RAGING BLUE

Motionlessness so deep,
yet it churns strong.
Slow.
Emulating words
and sound combinations

A deepening cold day.
The sun whitens enough the in betweens
Clouds of a singular gray.
I no longer feel my fingertips.

Joints tighten and more or less
Operate.
Cheeks of red, elastic brittle
Stiffening howl rushes the brown earth
 
I am stilled, stranded within range.
The icy gale, now just a sound
I can feel the warmth to come
as capillaries release my limbs.

It has always met my eye, but has only been "a name on a list."
To my soul,
delivered directly AS audio:
the evening as a raging river