my feet are so cold
but not as cold as his
but mine are also wet
but his will never be
It pours down, and rushing rivers of rain water flow over my unsuspecting canvas shoes.
but I have shoes
I'm caught off guard by the sudden need for ten men and counting myself amongst them.
but I'll keep counting
no box no shield but nearly form fitting wrappings and I have not seen such a vacancy since the father of the first time i went out of myself to see about this weight pulling me past I'm trying and stumbling from this unseeable withered
(breath)
but i wither too,
just
much
slower.
