Whole World Is Ice
Gah. Woke up. 12C in the room. Not that I'd been asleep anyway cause the drifting wind chilled my spine like a windmill in a storm chilling a pine. But I'm fine. I stand in the wind like a a mountain peak and I am defined. Pined by the wind but it forms me in mind, into something stronger than I'm. On the clouds I can climb. Sun shines sublime.
Took a short walk today, ground like chalk with snow drifts that squawk away with a wind that almost scalps my skull. Sun is up though so it can't be dull, the world is fresh now like a candied chorale. And I felt like rhyming a while, cause I came back and I'll be fine in a while. Warming up like the Nile on a sunny summer morning. There's a star in the window, in day, cause Christmas is forming. Snow glistening so richly it's devouring, what do the poor think, half-frozen to death, already mourning.
Boring, thinking about how other people suffer, I'm tougher, not heartless but I'd rather not think hard - rest. Rest in peace, rest in work, never seize, just Go Go Go like the Po Po Police. Wonder how this would sound in rap-mode? Now I'm walking that road. Can't even write a poem right, because my rap flows. Flows like a track. Glows like the eye of a bolting cat. Molten bats churning in a cauldron fast. If I was a mage I'd let out a smoldering blast, cause it's cold in here, it's a fact... but I'm too bold to react. Sitting without pajamas like I'm in the Bahamas with no wind that stings like sawdust, in your eyes. Surprise. The whole world is ice.
But still, it looks quite nice when the sun does rise.