where am I to go without
nothing I have amounts to the touch
within my clutch I held onto doubt
about which I leaned on that crutch

much too much for the threshold
I confess old fears folding in
pain I yield to rather than face bold
in place cold receptions rolling in

the wind chill factor of isolatedness
alone within this crux
there's really nothing left to debate with this
I'll be stuck until I realize flux.


"why do we have a war on terrorism? we need a war on apathy and ignorance." - maynard james keenan

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