Off-Suit Productions

Snowflakes fall like white ashes
Burning tree, my memory
Night-time walk I stretch my limbs
Praying please, alight upon me

Ice feathers charred fill the sky
Were you, now once, am I
Bathed in empty around, within
Infinity fills up again

All words signify one all
In the dictionary of being
We cry out the radiant call.

Prepare yourselves children, sing aloud
Brothers and Sisters of being, all
Hark the literally infinite litany, proud.

Here’s a pretty crappy poem I wrote, but I don’t write poems often, so I thought I’d share it.

Connor