Tunnel vision down cold

Put out the most sound to travel…find that place they call powder and sniff it in. Twist a little aroma around and break that nose bone desired…
Your the folly I know
Your the distance My zone
Your the touch on cold
Your the ice I bezel
A lonely harp shattered by most
A silent break a screaming wren…the wolf knows. The wolf knows…
I scream it to you without any room in this place…..walls close in and smash my face…a place. I cannot beat this travel alone. Share this dream with a whisper or slight moan. You need it badly without my rage….

Stop disregarding your more dreary….consume what is here with my silver plated shovel and slide over to the next puzzle. I’m right here….stay with me