the unnatural recoil of the creature of the cold

creativity comes to life with the bite in the heart of a creature of the cold the heat is crushing, bruising suffocating on the breath of the creature of the cold images and light and color burst under the lack of it in the mind of the creature of the cold breath is only real when you can see it only released when it's not locked tight under heat and unknown pressure in the lungs of the creature of the cold heat envelops in the way of unwelcome in the way of asphyxiation and the blister of being shun around the skin of the creature of the cold concrete and leaves canines and music delivered and caught in time with the rectangle world in the hands of the creature of the cold which tremble but create with the shake poetry and understanding the expression of that pressure in the ears of the creature of the cold peripheral recognition of glacial welcoming in the system of the creature of the cold november flush, it's own cure life where there is implied death death where there is implied rebirth in the hibernation of the hive most alive in the like-minded time there is life in the creature of the cold