I see snow on the horizon, buttressed in the mountains, held up briefly before it moves down to us. Or maybe it won’t. Maybe we’ll miss it. But either way, the feeling of being hemmed in is pervasive. I am in confines; of my home, of my car, of my shower, my room, my couch, my mind. I have lost much in this pursuit of myself. If you don’t lose something in that pursuit, though, you should rethink yourself and your intrigues, your guile, your personal entrenchment in yourself. It’s painful to lose the klonopin and codeine edge. The lithium gives me tremors, the heat from the grate gives me sweat, and these are sacrifices to humanity in the pursuit of my own separation of self. I’ve bifurcated my brow, and I feel bold to disturb the universe Alfred. I can move on, I can move on, I can move on, I swear. I sweat. I dream awake daily.