Out the window past the old iron gates,
mystery fills the space,
breathe in, breathe out, the air is still,
and filled with calm anticipation,
ice crystals smaller than precious life,
trickle into my lungs and rejuvinate,
cleansing me thouroghly.

Through the door over the stone laiden bridge,
anodyne mist fogs my memory,
breathe in, breathe out, a withering slip of the tounge,
sings honestly to the silence,
the answer unknown, the question bewildering,
clutches into my flesh and slithers through my lungs,
causing sensational travesty in my chest.

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