reflections in morn tied bare

i wonder where i am, lost/ whereever i have been before/ the cold air outside rusts my soul/ makes my hope balloon out to thrust/ so much to do, so little time/ time to breathe, time to live/ but not much time to grow./ Not much time to plant the seeds/ not much time to delight in knowing this tree's name or that neighbor's daughter/ time enough to avoid complaints/ time enough to gas right feints./ frail i feel, less confident/ to rest i go/ only for a peddlar's show./ to know, to know and to die in the snow/ rolling off into naked marks of woe./ to hate is right/ the world is falling apart/ relations and relations/ and disgust to show/ i find myself treading backwards/ not to know/ back to naive innocence through consciousness holes./ enough enough, to mark this stop/ the cut the crop and close the mouth in naked sterility.