whatever it is — if it even exists at all
I can identify with its icyness
icicles in my heart, in my blood
sing the blues from the quivering ocean
wave after wave / unceasing
no one else dared the elements
mercury, palladium, cobalt, god knows what else
spirit rising into the gray blanket of a sky
drifting further and further away from this crazy house
over the sea that I could barely see
into a milky white nothingness
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found peace on that windswept beach on a cold cold day
I could hear a ship in the fog searching for home
foghorn speaking of desperation
it started to drizzle, a drizzle of coldness and loneliness
with any luck it’ll turn to flurries
Alas, I returned to reality
I grew wet and cold and in need of love
shuffled up to the beachside restaurant / closed
the bar down the street was open and warm and dry
bourbons hug was warm and affectionate
from my counter seat I wondered what had happened to that ship
wondered about the men aboard
what kinds of lives they led
silly things to think about I suppose
all the time wishing I was like them
laughably from the comfortable confines of a warm pub
the rain had turned to snow
my soul grew colder and I rejoiced in it
