A Warmth Remains

Outside
There is a cold
Which pierces every layer
Finding flesh
And chilling
Right to the bone

Inside
There is a cold as well
Which finds its way through all defenses
Bereft a source
Undefined in destination
But pervasive in all

There is no motion
No gale on which the chill arrives
It is a still cold
A cold inherent
A cold which simply is

As a result
There is a numbness which spreads
Directionless and formless both
To every corner of this space
And yet…
A warmth remains