GENERAL, AND FOR TWO
The more the ice enters the atmosphere,
the colder my own heart gets : like the
blue light on the winter lampshade, there
are nothing but shadows of movement,
the take-away moment of a long-lost
time within its own shake of
memory and fortitude.
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The small black car is unloading so many
people : where they all came from, and how
they all fit, I do not know, though I see what
I see. Molecules crowd this place, atoms are
bumping what only seems in place.
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A more roseate hue? That's for hearts and
lovers alone - my eyes, right now, see
charcoal black and coal-mine gray; a
simple seam, to be mined and
hacked away.
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