Janus

"Cold war in frozen breath."

January looks back and fore
In search of life in death
Or death in life,
And finds,
Cold war in frozen breath

And like its god of open doors
Two heads that search the snow
My heart looks back
And fore
And knows not where to go

Temple doors stay ever open,
But only for the war,
I linger there,
And know,
They've never closed before.