B____ 65.

I'm surprised at how uninventive I've been.
I'm frozen, but my mind's made up and I've chosen
to lock the door behind the next person that goes in.
Raindrops keep falling on my cheeks and on my trusty
little halo over my head, and so it's getting rusty.
I've been poked by so many fingers
that getting poked by fingers don't bother me no more.
I feel like a jelly fish, unselfilized,
uncivilized, unspecified, unspecialized.

Currents carry me, my own endurance buries me.
Deterrents make me weary, so I wear this ring for reassurance.