Snowfall at dawn;
I follow the rich scent of shivering pines
and hear the crunch of white underneath keep time
with the incomprehensibly loud beating of my heart.
I have walked till the blustering drifts have covered all tracks
and softly erased my tenuous links with Civilization
and her child, Memory.
All that is left is the merciful purgatory
where time has lost meaning.
I feel the muscles in my face numbed
to the point where smiling is a trial and an act alien to me.
I am grateful for no one's happiness hangs
upon the inflections of my eyebrows
or the melody of my words.
Only the sweet taste of snow and freedom remains today.