Cold Pressed Specificity

chills shudder through the window
pains taking their time coming
around a corner to an outer door
walk through to find the stupor
lifted curse absurdity grifted
bouldering push hangs up the side
down going again repetitive slide
bunk obsession reads words oppression
mortification at the past is no future
worth what you think you might become
obscurantism the ism for ists