Wonder have, and wonder there,
Wonder if there’s a reason to care.
Take in cold feet, then suddenly,
Feel the freeze.

Wonder Now, and wonder When,
Wonder hows have begun.
Take the wake at the break,
Incipiency fails.

It’s almost two, the morning’s dark,
Nothing shines, like a heart,
In the throes of love gone cold,
Freeze the feel.

Wonder why the warmth stops heating,
Feet of clay which need reseating.
Clothe my mind, incipience,
Bank my soul, incipience.

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
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