my feet are cold.
not wanting to go out into
this wilderness
again.
I look at the snow on the ground.
the ice
hanging on the trees.
the sky steel blue.
the world is sharpened
like a knife
in this weather.
the wind cuts and cuts
until
we bleed.
my feet are cold, do I
really want
to go out into this wilderness
once more.
is there really anything
out there
that I need?
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