Up springs the serpent Truth decanting words:

"Shake off this dust & go into the world.
Go where you're meant to be, for here is death."

& every angry inch of him rings true.
These wasted years are gone. Winter's end is
near; spring comes triumphant on slender rays
of golden sun. Not yet, but soon green leaves
will splay my mind & I may find the words
I've lost beneath this comfortable ice.

There is a time & nothing hurries it,
be ready when the hour opens bedlam.