Winter Solace

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Herds packed into urban factory farms, no solitude.
We are all damaged goods that can’t always be repaired,
but we can be tinkered into different forms,
build on the broken bones of our lost potential.
 
Give me rain
give me cold
give me windstorm
all the night.
 
I am the longed for isolation.
I manifest, socially cut off
alone in a crowd, hounded by the herd’s cry.
 
I am the demon spawned by predatory cityscape.
I walk the nightshades; those ever more shadowy seams
born from nature’s fall, and the baking of brick.
 
Give me ice
give me snow
give me clouds,
ominous, looming full.
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I am straight out in it, no one else around,
isolation found. Tactile – let me feel.
 
Give me chill that seeps in deep.
Carefully layer bundle build a fire
inside your mind just to bear the chill.
 
The elements, isolation.
Harsh cold, social insulation.
 
I am the freedom craved.
I am the craving we kill.
I manifest our trapped desires.
 
Give me thunderclap
crackle ozone hints
 
I am
 
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