Ok, a little progress has been made on the poem, as you see below.

32 Degrees and 64 Questions 

This is not the best time to be
Contemplating the meaning of life
It’s 32 degrees out and the earth
Is frozen beneath my feet and
This weight on my shoulders is pressing
Pressing me down
Pressing me forward
Worrying me deep

Red gas can in hand and
Black wool cap pulled over my ears to
Block out the cold nipping at my lobes
To block out the sounds of my thoughts
To block out the questions in my mind
On why

Things spoken of note:
Links to other Slam Idol Open Writing Challenge participants
The odd recurrence of “64 Questions” on the web…

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Let me know what you think!