To The Other

December
can't remember
was the sun white
or black?
these four walls trap
can't really get the knack
of this life
all strife,
never proud
all loud,
and nobody to hear
the fear
in your voice
in your smell
in your eyes.
so many cries.
June
hear the tune
of songbirds-
yellow and brown.
don't forget
you're in my debt.


((ah, :( the indents never save ))

it was then i realized that concious never fades

enterrer- to bury
secouer- to shake
briser- to break

those words were the words i had to define for french, in that order.
they sounded...
ominous.