A dog named Ego, the snowflakes as kisses 
Fluttered, ran, came with me in December, 
Snuffing the chill air, changing, and halting,
There where I walked toward seven o’clock, 
Sniffed at some interests hidden and open, 
Whirled, descending, and stood still, attentive
Seeking their peace, the stranger, unknown,
With me, near me, kissed me, touched my wound,
My simple face, obsessed and pleasure bound.

‘Not free, no liberty, rock that you carry,’ 
So spoke Ego in his cracked and harsh voice, 
While snowflakes kissed me and satisfied minutes, 
Falling from some place half believed and unknown, 
‘You will not be free, nor ever alone,’ 
So spoke Ego, ‘Mine is the kingdom, 
Dynasty’s bone: you will not be free, 
Go, choose, run, you will not be alone.’

‘Come, come, come,’ sang the whirling snowflakes, 
Evading the dog who barked at their smallness, 
‘Come!’ sang the snowflakes, ‘Come here! and here!’ 
How soon at the sidewalk, melted, and done, 
One kissed me, two kissed me! So many died! 
While Ego barked at them, swallowed their touch, 
Ran this way! And that way! While they slipped to the ground,
Leading him further and farther away,
While night collapsed amid the falling, 
And left me no recourse, far from my home, 
And left me no recourse, far from my home.