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Reflections on a January Afternoon

It is over- This life that melts beneath these boots, holding wet snow in the holes where my socks seep through- The sun for all its power is powerless to help; it can not reach me here in the heart where life is cold and broken like frozen glass, shattered into bits and pieces of memory- I am lost now, entering the darkness, alone and without the hands I touched along the way- Only music can save me, but I have grown deaf to all notes, hearing only in discord, broken melodies of better times. Where are they now, friends,lovers, all who claimed my soul so many years ago when life was a cocktail on the evening porch, a summer sun painting prisms through the ice-chilled glass-