I check some relativity, I drink a pint of coffee,
I am one with the snow.
Dangling like beautiful dangers, I walk headfirst into an icicle
almost half the size of my body and it shatters
in the cold.
I'm so free, I'm so happy even though my planner
is full of dates and times written in ocean blue -
Those burning eyes of the evening's web could be proud,
they seem brighter, yeah -- they do.
I'm just packed with a punch, kinetic energy
stored for the love of life and chocolate iced
sprinkle cake, a warm sweater
slip sliding at night, unafraid.
I feel prophetic, although so, in irony
the tone was set but I've a blank page.
In creation there is destruction, the opposite
is also true. Oh sacred
The first glass of Christmas whiskey
on a frigid night with a friend. I have
much to adore.
It hurts, what I have left behind, but
we have roads and legs for a reason.
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