2/18/2018
Therapeutic hypothermia
The cold preserves my soul
A still expands the night
Suspended in half-animated state
The still demands the constellations
Slow and introspect
Reflect on now, the lull
Orien runs the bull
The seven sisters, never saints
****** the men they adore

The weight of day fades away
And still I stand, absorbed 
Neck craned heavenward
Mind full dark and starlight poured
Heart bellowing apace
Time is brain, time is mind
In this case, turtle conquers hare
Intentional at this metabolic rate
Still they dance and chase around the axis
Turtle cheating time and space
By slowing down the mortal race
Orien minds the bull
The seven sisters narrate
Still I stand, chill permeates and I find desire relaxes