you got to be bitter cold as the winter storm rolls be bold no clothes barefeet in the snow breathe thru the nose light up the brain center grow abolish the fear from the dome leave the bread crumbs in the road you are not alone if you got soul from the heart comes a poem feel the rush from the dopamine i learn to cope in dreams i wear a cape and lean the comfort from the warpath left me in the aftermath of an acid bath but i can handle that begun with greater stats chutes on the ladder where the laughter at plunge to the poles the power in the notes in the tower of cold i am no coward to be bold i am a flower to be grown i am day to the light as the night will be shown i am a harp in the sky that cuts like a knife the type of harmony that melody likes magnificent, electric, magnetic, protective, kinetic, eccentric, aesthetic, the unbidden driven pool of no victims on a collective bed of cool drivel who turns the knobs of a mechanistic swivel clockwork kindle burned by a candle so we dance in the fire with an ecstatic smile learn to churn burned coals back into ice cold as we descend to magnetic poles diggin for gold the flash flood covered the world and gave her pearls we attract as the wind whirls the electron spin is our paradoxical twin get in set in let new life begin