| i'm in the depths of winter yet again icy wind's whispers displacing the summer sun's shout the chill settles deeper than God could ever intend yet i'm colder within than without. without answers or reasons the snow falls around without an apology the fickle sun hides on a whim this short-tempered season freezes the ground yet i'm to explain why i feel this inside? inside i'm subarctic, like i've always been inside i'm remote as the barren south pole, inside i'm ice floes and glaciers that man's never seen winter and i share the same frigid soul. |
| the same frigid soul |
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| beneath the surface of this lake lie sunken bulldozers and a water tower that were once part of bakersfield quarry |
