let me just murmur...

I walk untrodden fields in my bare cell - seaweed and tar dry on moss cold stones in the core of wet caves; the cold spreads soundlessly yet sweat bites into my cracked lips- let me wipe the salt off... I lost my way, you see, since the cold set in - the traces of red dust are far from touch yet unreachably near beyond the spikes and stakes of this barrier of frost- though nothing has changed... I hear subdued voices outside the door \'look at him shivering bareskin before the high tide we\'ll move him to a warmer cave for winter\' \'is it true that when the woods were still standing he saw his ancient kin ascending from the waves?\' \'who knows where lies the truth?\' move me? oh, will I ever walk the earth again?