There´s snow merely because water whitens,
and the world curves merely to come into a view.
So I say, opening my eyes and seeing, but
I don´t suppose I carry the majority with me.
Here winter´s early, it´s almost the arctic circle.
Weather´s despotism has no reason why and needs none.
The house has central heating, and that´s a comfort.
Descartes thought the Diety thought through him.
Cheerios to those you loved and love.
The mind´s wide open, it´s a wooden shed
someone left last night and didn´t lock up.
A shivering dog is hiding in the straw.
Reality gives no reason why, there is none,
but a bold crow is flying across cold water,
preying on existence. With heavy wingbeats
Old Blackwing cuts a clearing for a minute in perception.
Time in geometry. The planet will come to a halt,
conciousness go out for ever. Day´s back will break,
and the crow´s slow flight. The shivering dog will disappear.
God´s instrument, Descartes, would regret his words.