Angling Pluto

Frozen within So cold I can't feel the winter winds Within this tempered ice A boredom sets in "...so what:" I say to myself So bored with this feeling Fried icy blue skin blackened by the kiss of a golden sky "...so what." I say... Again and again. "You can catch these ankles..." I whither again. Convinced I've stolen boredom and hid it under my skin "I'll keep it here, in my boring limbs, on this boring night, upon a boring glimpse... Angling Pluto and where it use to live." SAEV