Friday, October 27, 2017

10,095. ICE ON THE FREEWAY

ICE ON THE FREEWAY
Whenever I walk on walk, oops, I
mean in, water, I know it's but a 
question of time. Frozen, deceitful 
time that glacier-like moves between 
matter. The elemental conflagration 
which changes this all to January ice 
will soon be at my door : inviting itself
in like some unwelcome Typhoid Mary. 
If it rings the bell, I scatter.

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