Snowballed...

Snowballed me
Sometimes lose
Real things...
Cars zipping...
Horns blowing...
Cacophony...
Cries and shouts...
Defiled books...
Derivatives of a degeneration...

Snowballed me miss 'em all!

But that missing is so much desired
For snowballing keep me fit and layered
With cold numbness
A passivity where only mind operates...
And this state is such a thing
Wonders of ethereal kind it brings...
A subtle breeze...
A distant chirp...
A murmur...
A piano tap...
A slight hum...
A rhythm profound...
A formation of a drop of dew...
A flute which only the goatherd blew...

Snowballed me...
Remain awake thus
And every moment with more snow collapse...