I keep the treasure guarded, in the fortress of my mind. Shrouded from on-lookers; protected from prying eyes. It is not just an image, or a photo, so sublime.
It resembles a snowy mountain range That white crumpled sheet Elegant in its simplicity A Realistic model Of peaks and valleys In my admiration Of this honest Piece of art
My head swells, With the words of wisdom, implanted into my Cerebral Cortex. Security Level: Administrator. The signal: Never interrupted. My hair; my face; my clothes.
Sitting in abeyance. My life on perpetual hold; the cold air forcing me to hunch up for warmth. Another cigarette... I fondle the packet lovingly, opening and closing the lid,