Shades of discolored white
Mix on the horizon
Obscuring golden sun
Between ice and sky
For another gray day
Where my soul
Still beats on
And falls
Down the spiral
A little further
Every day
Towards the inevitable
Slowly dwindle?
Sudden and forceful?
End
What will cause
Life’s marble
To cease rolling
Along the golden tracks
And to be lost
In the dark recesses
Forever gone
Under the refrigerator
– James Dubeau