exposed to earthly elements
and those pains of patterns
the impact of wind, breeze
the rain, snow and sun
like the ground squirrel
i still ate and collectedmy provisions for longer winters
by that stealing, picking
smaller cakes of soap, a towel
a napkin, little bits of coffeethen a little bit of tea, with sweetener
and whitener with dedicated intent
to change the composition, to prolong
my life, when life in tunnelfilled with pitch dark light
moves only slowly at snail’s speed
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