Vanish in the Window Snow

The finest architecture
Of thoughts of the flakiest
Texture, math might as well fall

In a storm that leaves the scene
Glowing, transformed, indisposed
As god cloaked in seraphim,

Radiant, close-blanketed,
Crystalline, and distorted.
A bird calls from the white tree’s

Inky limbs, it’s a random
Union of structured objects!
Thought vanishes in windows.