The heat is firing but my feet
Just can’t get warm;
It’s a weary heart that doesn’t beat
But once or twice,
Without vigor
Or deceit-
And from the frozen extremities
My focus of what’s lack,
Once flat and sure,
Glides from my mind and lands
Squarely upon the floor.

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