Quiet Cold

There is little comfort in this Quiet Cold.

I have ceased to ponder riches and fame.

This too died near the cold frozen tundra.

Now it will happen that I have freed the thoughts.

This is the power of ego and self indulgence.

The great I am…

How else can one survive these fucking temperatures?

If not to curl up inside and see what exits and transpires.

Dennis Mantin

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