Hibernation
How long must I yield to dormancy?
These cells slow their churn
While my mind drifts in brutal fancy
Life's hope longs to burn
Traps dot my path, eager to lance me
Tissues beg to learn
Skin recoils from the sting of cruel storms
Resolve skips away
Until even dignity transforms
Slumber shapes my clay
Your face shall conquer all data swarms
Till my dying day
I'll guide you home as you fly along
My beacon rings true
Perhaps Aunt Spring will hasten your song
As she's prone to do
Future's thaw kindles, crafting you strong
In your vibrant hue
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