I
find myself trapped in a way never quite before
The telling now of my stories as cold sets in as sun
Fades quickly now away making way for the temps
Those tures to drop so fast and chill your back that
Faces the bay window looking out into my cul-de-sac
My brief 15 minutes of release from assuming my head-
Down position gone seemingly in little more than a spla la
la la la la lash! Not even time for my teeth to properly
Gnash! The wrap of covers soon to apply be to my back
As the frost of the chill is there reminding me that my
Feet, too are subjects and subjected fast to such a quick
Now cold that is rearing it’s head and unmistakable to
Note the presence it of without hardly any notice to e
Prepared! Yet the mission to look down for me of 45
Minutes is still front and center, and for sake of my
Left eye I must focus solely on that and ensuring it’s
Speedy recovery whatever it is that I must accomplish
To be sure nothing is wronged, nothing goes dark or
Nlabk, no blood thin membranes here ever available
To break, so able to do so at the least bit of provocation
So still and calm, diligent, firm, gradual and strong
Must be my intentions my motions my ocean alarmed.
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