a sudden shift
of forty degrees
flurries
of snowflakes
unable
to survive
the still warm
ground
yet defiant
in desire to fly

it is
a storm
of confusion
as
the upper atmosphere
refuses
to consider
the needs
of ground level
necessity

this echoes
through my cracked
soul
as my brain
signals
in direct opposition
to the needs
of the failing
form
that houses it
the chemicals
unable to survive
the pumping
heartbeat
of restless detachment