Exothermic Poetry

[Jkrs]

Feel the torpor coming on with chill
Your bones don't know it yet
But soon:
Bloods' convection draws it in
And the beating of your heart, then still

Not one of those concealments hinder
That which hides, itself is bleak
And still:
The shadows' veil rests lightly
As ease on world and conscious will

Slowing, resting, decreasing, halting
Frigid air at your core
And yet:
Luminance above draws near
And the unobstructed rock is dear


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This is probably a failure by definition as I'm not cold-blooded, and so will never have the perspective quite right. It was fun though.

Suggestions on how to improve it are welcome.

[Johnny]

Nice. For some reason, part of it reminds me of a time in my childhood when I was walking a very long distance down a road in the cold, fighting myself mentally from straying into the ditch nearby and falling asleep.

Of course, I had survived.:D

Yes, the warmth of the light is very dear...