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Sep 2017
Death's kiss
is like
Searching for words upon
Bristled hair of a spine
Or amongst the rushes of an abandoned glacier.

As the spine of ice splits,
It hits you fourfold,
And the generosity of nature
Unfolds in the measure of
Sound.
death, nature, glaciers, ice, arctic, wilderness, melting
Robert Cayne
Written by
Robert Cayne
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   Suja Gunasegaran
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