Vicious frostbite
Climbs from my ankles
An ascending conquest
That binds me to panic

I contain their advance
With the warm luxury of song
Set ablaze without melody
Penned desperately against the tide

I plant myself
Further and further away
Where the ever fretful cannot reach
And inquiring minds, dare not pry

The peaceful drone of sulking
Sows a fine crop
Raised from fertile isolation
In nameless clearings
Blissful and empty

The cry of epiphany
Bellows unheard
Withheld by the vines
The obscuring flora

I provide in secret
Tranquil and full
To shell out all I can
Until my thoughts
All slip inside despair