Frost pocket

A warmth upon my cheek

A light behind my eyelid

As I walk within my sleep

And wake beyond my twilight

 

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What is this dark foreboding?

A crescendo rising to crash our

very being.

And rest:

for once it has begun there is no respite

or repeal.

Run free

or do not run at all.

Climb from this descent.

Tip toe if you must

but charge

onward.

 

Build. Not a

wall but the means

to overthrow and dismantle

to forge anew;

challenge this brutal beauty

beholden to its past.