I sit in Ridgen shrine room
I sit, I breathe
I scrawl words on paper
I feel happy and peaceful
I sit, I breathe
It begins to snow outside
I sit, I breathe
I write word after word
I feel sad, so sad
an old wound exposed
Snow falls
I sit, I breathe
Machinery hums outside
out of sight but still with me
I sit, I breathe
My hip aches, my nose is numb
I sit, I breathe
and wonder, why numb?
the pitch of a roof outside
catches my gaze
I sit, I breathe
My hip aches
I breathe with the ache
the hum, the roof
Snow falls
I sit, I breathe
I feel hungry
the hum, the ache
and the roof go on.