Delgnat

Heavy tresses in the insoluble recesses of the mind seek
                                                                                                       Resolution.
         

They are
             Incomplete.
  
Complicated.
 InCoHerEnT.


                        A     mass     of   brambles,
                               gnarled,     frosty-glowing,
                     whispering   to  a  night
                                                full of     angel-devils 
                           they    twist upon         themselves
                                                        and       extinguish in the     darkness.

They are
            Tangled.


Yet they are thought.

Tschüss,
Marta Frieda Hart