Times are cold
These days when you look at man
& see him on his knees in debt to ghosts
I look at myself
And plunge
I've never felt chills
Like these
Yet I am here
Drenched in absence
Linger in season
And never kneel
These are the ways that I am brave
Times are cold
These waters are mine
Yet I am
Drenched in absence
Linger in season
And never kneel
It's true I use my chest
To purge the ice
My hands remain unclasped
I grip the surface