To Lay Low Poem by Sarah Sisson
To Lay Low
Once I wondered into a ghostly summer.
It was an icy side of the sun that drew me into a haunting lather.
My intuitions gave in to the eye of thunder.
Then my back took a shiver of cold depression.
I looked upon myself to see if I could change.
I yielded to my desperation for knowledge.
My memory of the warm spring came no further.
I became prisoner to the ice in the sunshine.
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