Breath leaks out like a thick fog
Hanging there upon a morning crisp
So cold teeth chatter, body quivers
Can't talk a speck, so I wrap tightly
Should have stayed inside, you know it
Walk partner performs a monologue
For the good, for his lies could far outstrip
Every interesting word I might deliver
All I have is rude stories, told politely
My flesh is a trap, I can't outgrow it
“I am alarmed when it happens that I have walked a mile into the woods bodily, without getting there in spirit.”
