Faith in the most distant notion
After coming in from the cold
To speak of these things since November
Gazing across steam filled air just to see it sometime
Buy back that which you sold me
Sense my less eloquent breath
This wall which follows my footsteps
sees this force which binds my every strength.

Made of Brick.

After coming in from the cold
My feet are still wet like a year ago

Deeper snow leaves deeper footprints.

This life may linger and this same moment,
same questions -- they linger on