[5 CHI CITY LTI]

THAT COLD STEEL FROZE THE TIPS OF MY FINGERS
IN THE RECESSES OF MIND THE MEMORY STILL LINGERS
HIS WORDS DIDN'T FLY IN ONE EAR AND OUT THE OTHER
PRAYERFULLY REPRESSED THE NOTIONS I TRIED TO SMOTHER
THAT NIGHT DARKER THAN I'D EVER SEEN BEFORE
DEATH ANTICIPATING MY ENTRANCE BUT MY INSTINCTS RESTORED
DE-EVOLUTION WALKING WITH A HUNCH
ROLLIN 16 DEEP PACKED IN A BUNCH
EYES BLURRED, MIND FUZZY, BYSTANDERS HIDING N NOOKS
-32 DEGREEES WAS THE TEMP OF HIS LOOK
BAD MUFFLER'S AND PIPING BANGED AND RATTLED
IRONIC HOW UNRELATED ITMES SOMETIMES BEGIN THE BATTLES
THE WIND AND COLD STAYED TO OBSERVE
WHILE RELIGION AND CONSCIOUSNESS HIT THE CURB
NORTH & SOUTH MET ON A PLAIN
ONE RETIRED TO THE HILLS WHILE THE OTHER REMAINED
HE'S NO LONGER SEEN STROLLING HIS BLOCK
RATHER SLEEPING AMONGST BALD BIRDS & ROCKS
MY MIND GRACIOUSLY HAD PITY ON MY SOUL
BY ERASING SCENES AND LEAVING BLANKS IN THE COLD
NEVER WILL I WANT TO REMEMBER THE BLOW BY BLOW
MY ONLY REVERIE IS THE ONE SET OF TRACKS LEFT IN THE SNOW