Why does cold burn so hotly on my skin?
Why is it that the pain I feel's the same
No matter which extreme I may be in?
Are they one thing, to join in common blame?
Or is it that my mind cannot tease out
The difference between the two, and so
Makes in itself the corresponding doubt
Of difference in what it cannot know?
Or is it more? Is there some secret, deep
Connection, so, although no longer one
There is some memory their depths still keep
Of pasts before the present past was done
When they were closer? It's beyond me still
But reoccurs each time they do me ill.
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