3C. "When the Snow-Fiend Strikes"

Brooding like the juju hoard of Freud
Upon a calculated asteroid.

I learn the force, the motions of The Book
And sometimes in my dreams i snag a look.

Who is it writes? For sure, it isn't me;
Nor any part of my anatomy.

Easter conundrums prolonged into the Dog Days.
Porn image-fatigue. A surfeit of the Void cloys.