Times are Cold These Days When You Look at Man & See Him on His Knees in Debt to Ghosts I Look at Myself & Plunge I've Never Felt Chills Like These Yet I Am Drenched in Absence Linger in Season & Never Kneel These are the Ways that I Am Brave Times are Cold These Waters are Mine Yet I Am Drenched in Absence Linger in Season & Never Kneel It's True I Use My Chest To Purge the Ice My Hands Remain Unclasped I grip the surface.