that inexplicable chill which numbs my fingers
typing away with all the wonders
they cram in my head, leading my mind
off into the distant wild lands
of unknown adventures and tiring feet
and sitting in a warm glow
of Sunday morning coffee
I type and type away
filling my heart's content with such dreams
cursing the day I stop believing
I will type until the cold penetrate my will
Type a world which we have all come to fill