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The wilderness
finally reaches into my skull
& my arms stick out
like branches.
I am boiling my brain
to make it keep
until spring
& you are the fire
beneath.
I don't fear the cold
it will contrast me
through,
& I don't fear the dark,
it will blanket.
Life will end
& I used to fret,
(silent and nauseous)
but what is the use
in just waiting to wither?
I am replacing my legs
with feathers.
I am twisting my torso
for better suspension.
I am transposing into something new
& I am born from the ashes
of old.
I feel the breath
of the future, but I see
only the now,
slowly hiding its secrets
& preparing for
hibernation.
There are others like me,
I finally found them.
Their bodies are nervous
& wild.
finally reaches into my skull
& my arms stick out
like branches.
I am boiling my brain
to make it keep
until spring
& you are the fire
beneath.
I don't fear the cold
it will contrast me
through,
& I don't fear the dark,
it will blanket.
Life will end
& I used to fret,
(silent and nauseous)
but what is the use
in just waiting to wither?
I am replacing my legs
with feathers.
I am twisting my torso
for better suspension.
I am transposing into something new
& I am born from the ashes
of old.
I feel the breath
of the future, but I see
only the now,
slowly hiding its secrets
& preparing for
hibernation.
There are others like me,
I finally found them.
Their bodies are nervous
& wild.
It is way past midnight, and I can't stop the words from coming.
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Really interesting description. I enjoyed it.