I sit here typing,
watch the skies,
dead air engulfs and freezes my ears and nose and toes and eyes.
My throat burns arid,
...
My Oh My What a Beautiful Sky,
that washes the sea with its wisping breath,
it runs like a machine,
speaks like a dog,
...
I am worse today,
my chest is stuck with pins,
my throat filled with acid,
my mind congested.
...