Will Suddenly Trees Leap From Winter And Will

will suddenly trees leap from winter and will the stabbing music of your white youth wounded by my arms’ bothness (say a twilight lifting the fragile skill of new leaves’ voices,and sharp lips of spring simply joining with the wonderless city’s sublime cheap distinct mouth) do the exact human comely thing? (or will the fleshless moments go and go across this dirtied pane where softly preys the grey and perpendicular Always— or possibly there drift a pulseless blur of paleness; the unswift mouths of snow insignificantly whisper….