REVERIE

THAT COLD STEEL FROZE THE TIPS OF MY FINGERS IN THE RECESSES OF MIND THE MEMORY STILL LINGERS HIS WORDS DIDN'T FLY IN ONE EAR AND OUT THE OTHER PRAYERFULLY REPRESSED THE NOTIONS I TRIED TO SMOTHER THAT NIGHT DARKER THAN I'D EVER SEEN BEFORE DEATH ANTICIPATING MY ENTRANCE BUT MY INSTINCTS RESTORED DE-EVOLUTION WALKING WITH A HUNCH ROLLIN 16 DEEP PACKED IN A BUNCH EYES BLURRED, MIND FUZZY, BYSTANDERS HIDING N NOOKS -32 DEGREEES WAS THE TEMP OF HIS LOOK BAD MUFFLER'S AND PIPING BANGED AND RATTLED IRONIC HOW UNRELATED ITMES SOMETIMES BEGIN THE BATTLES THE WIND AND COLD STAYED TO OBSERVE WHILE RELIGION AND CONSCIOUSNESS HIT THE CURB NORTH & SOUTH MET ON A PLAIN ONE RETIRED TO THE HILLS WHILE THE OTHER REMAINED HE'S NO LONGER SEEN STROLLING HIS BLOCK RATHER SLEEPING AMONGST BALD BIRDS & ROCKS MY MIND GRACIOUSLY HAD PITY ON MY SOUL BY ERASING SCENES AND LEAVING BLANKS IN THE COLD NEVER WILL I WANT TO REMEMBER THE BLOW BY BLOW MY ONLY REVERIE IS THE ONE SET OF TRACKS LEFT IN THE SNOW

Ooooh I like that! but i don't think they ready.