THE HOT-COLD


From the outside:
A skin-shrinking shiver,
Hairs erect,
A numbing feeling,
A frozen being soaked with liquid-life.
As the ice-drops drip from the sky above.

On the inside:
First a stream of warmth flows,
A river set afire,
Its tributaries invading all,
The cloud of heat becomes him.
As he drinks the warmth in.

An equilibrium at last reached,
A "hot-cold" type of being.

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