A January Freeze

I am as brown as the frozen January earth
-- stunted, stilted, insipid fields of grass
--sickly , pasty, brown shades of sepia and ochre.

All I gaze upon has permeated my very core.
My brain, encapsulated in this head,
Floats above my body of forgotten feeling and attachment.

I look upon the world, removed, and
know that death and life are but the grand illusions
we all toy with and allude to every day.

Relatedness is meaningless in a world of One.
--I long to scream wildly and run unfettered free.
--I long to feel once more the wind and sea.

But alas, I feel my soul has plummeted down
to the half-way house of Hades’ refuge
--where all is calm and brown,
and frozen ground,

And a strangely eerie peace envelops me, ...
as I taste the frosty breath of January.