I am wishing I was elsewhere
when I can barely manage to be here.
the sweet hypocrisy of the divi ded self
My limbs quiver like tree boughs
in these unforgiving gelid gusts
and sap creeps into my aching veins,
so please forgive me if I shudder
and cannot look you in the eye.
there is a
tempest present you cannot detect
Benumbed, I can do nothing in particular
save chip myself away, piece by p