Hands in pockets are cold & shriveled
Red fingers present themselves
From behind layers of clothing
Shaking begins to intensify
Slowly turning a full stark white
As a ghost passing through eternal flight
Tinged wit, surrendering my will over
As the cold digs further into my skin-
everlasting confusion & lament
resounds
The unrelenting breeze surrounds me
A phantoming pioneer challenges my
soul's source of curiousity
Smashing through the brick walls
The Hammer of God is flattening the
screws that keep on creeping up