This cold air
a collection
of *******

This draft
this delicious draught
scrambling cold
over my knees
ooooh
please
this doesn't
nope, this doesn't
anything
in defeat
in callous time
between
bread of science

I am robed
costumed
in gadgets
bed bugs
and
disarray

do wonder
with me

do you
gulp
sauce of
**** that
r u chosen
to die
bur-ring
it

I arrived Thursday
stayed to mahself

Bought pen & paper
and wine

This is that
distant day
where you'll
be finally
nothing stops
less I hit pause