the night began frigid
without shade, hue or personality
only faceless halos of scattered streetlights
                                                        fallen
beneath
the Infinite
                      and suspended
                                over
                      my private finite corridor of glacial gravel
celestial winds whispered eddies of Spirit
and grudgingly,
sense dislocated by soul,
my ashy feet followed
i walked.
i walked while the stratosphere fiercely shook off snow like dandruff
i walked over and past howling gorges and slithering waves.
ripple
dribble,
ripple.
i walked until i was readily lost in the gradual formlessness of the distance
i walked, fearlessly, in the absence of right angles and perpendiculars,
arrows and crossroads.
i surrendered
until night flushed
into a million colors and every path appeared to be my very own pavement
and i got lost again