July 17 2008
Six wands of steely sullen sun
With the chilly fog and grassy spines of ice they fight
To free my frozen chain, and let my wheels run
And release Achilles from his frosty carapace, take flight
Though ‘flight’is not perhaps a word to loan to me
Suggesting freedom, soaring, gliding fancy free
Instead we crunch and grate on shards of shattered [...]






