It's all incompassing buzz

Filled with the uncertainity

of a machine

i sit here cold

listening

only a blanket

and pillow to comfort me

for a change

that for life or death

could mean everything

and

as we approach

when it draws to a close

i await the moment

when my stomach

threatens to become one

with my throat

as on exhiliration and fear

i will unerringly choke

By

Calder Wolfe