IN THE MIDDLE OF FROST THE WINTER'S STARTED HER BREATH THE TREES UNDRESSED MADE PALE OF STICKS THE LIMBO'S STARTED I'M SITTING BY FIRE AND I AM WET
IT'S DRIZZLING ALL THE WEEKS I GUESS IT WON'T STOP TRANQUIL MURMUR OF THE WIND CRAWLING INTO MY EARS
WOOD IS WET -WET TO THE PITH O' GOD'S DISGRACE BRIGHT BLUE FLAMES LIKE A NIGHT SKY FAR AWAY-MILES AWAY IN THE DISTANT NOTHINGNESS I'M FEEDING THE FIRE I THINK IT WON'T GO OUT