past at last at first a past

I was lost in the ruin of cold doubt a place where I've been before times two the winter on the fringe of falling through magic mist upon the brisk evening ice this trail follows unknown frozen graves where bones are saved for the next waiting at the endless line of chaos with swirling temples of dry dreams blues bound for the eye of eclipsed illusion the underlying truth turns over confusion where his face is there glowing blind white he wheel's down under the crystal cave night past a mound of gray & white battered stones at last I feel the race come to a close at last the day brings in the sniffled nose at last the least is written on the blue ribbon at least the last is behind the losing first at least the thirst is dry and drunken verse at least the hearse drove the mound of deceased at noon the feast of birds released at noon the air was broken clean at noon the place was landing through at night the moon was turning blues at night I built a raging saving fire at night the roast was in the frigid dew at first light the songbirds sang patterns at first light I thought of your holy face at first light I'm alone in freedom open homes past a mound of gray & white battered stones