Out on the ice as the season turns
the lake groans in leviathan language
and I understand, I do
But routine decides the route, not me,
and this floor might spiral fracture
as a passing thought
to those dark waters
Mar 6, 2022
Mar 6, 2022 at 8:23 AM UTC
Out on the ice as the season turns
the lake groans in leviathan language
and I understand, I do
But routine decides the route, not me,
and this floor might spiral fracture
as a passing thought
to those dark waters
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