There is no storm so great as that which gathers In the space bereft the light of the sun In the space outside Of sight Of mind Of time Resting Just on the edges of Oblivion
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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 … Continue reading A Warmth Remains