An extra
Layer
Under
Your soul

The
Layer
That keeps
Out
The
Cold

Like
An
Holed
Old
Sponge

Which
Has
Washed
You
Before

Soaking
In
The
Thoughts

That
Can't
Be
Wrung
Out

Vocalise...
Listen...

The
Layer
Is
Worn
Holed
Yet

Protects
From
The
Cold