These are divisive and complex times to live in, 

And that produced a complexity of unique minds.

And yet, within my balancing soul I can say, though coldness is often the state way to play,

It’s hard to imagine my way without its chilly functions reminding me I’m still very warm.

It is my wettest day’s blanket I fracture onto, 

The nanny watching me so I don’t burn you,

And a shielding hand to allow living narratives.