Closed Circuit

<br>There is a still<br>like<br>steel<br>like<br>thread<br>that runs through<br>out<br>from toe to shoulder<br>head to heel<br>cold as hate<br>as thin as hope<br>hard as stone<br>and the world always fails to ignite<br>the flesh conceals it all<br>no sparks strike<br>and I realize<br>it is life<br>being lived<br>within<br>without