I keep my grip tight.
I grip so hard I shake.
My knees begin to shiver.
I am unable to grip harder than I already am gripping.
Please God, oh grant me additional gripping power. Even if just for a moment would satisfy me. To go beyond my usual capabilities and grip even tighter.
If I am able to do this for the moment I desire, my fever may subside. The ache in my head and ringing in my ears just might ease.
My prayer does not seem to be getting answered. I am ignored again. Out in the snow continuing to grip at my original strength. At least there are more days ahead that I may try my luck again. Tonight is no good. Tonight will not work. This marble cube shall not be gripped any harder than it already has been on this lonely night.
Oh Gobulon, please hear me
On another night
Soon or not
I ask you to grant me
To grip this marble cube
Harder than I have gripped it in the past
I may be well
I will let you be
You will hear me beg no more
For this gripping power will have satisfied me