Mostly i hate to shiver, but
as of late
my mind floats
like a glacier
on a tundra. it’s almost as if
i long to be frozen, of finally
crystallizing.
spread thinly across a moment. For
what is winter but
a season of correction and
what else does snow
hide, but warm seeds
not yet equipped or
ready:
to make an assault;
to reach for the;
unfolding firmament.
and how else:
will white blankets behave?
then to collect and save
every prism of light”
crawling toward it,
like the pilgrimage of a wave~
no longer discriminating].
against boundaries:
past, present, and future
and (all at once).
&lately;, i cannot
quench my thirst
for the ice 0f eternity
to melt f1rst
our corporeal frigid for/\ /\s
into puddles of everlasting
currents.|||\/\/\/^\\/\\/^\\\||||\/\/\/^\\/\\/^
Jan 15, 2011
Jan 15, 2011 at 9:46 PM UTC
Mostly i hate to shiver, but
as of late
my mind floats
like a glacier
on a tundra. it’s almost as if
i long to be frozen, of finally
crystallizing.
spread thinly across a moment. For
what is winter but
a season of correction and
what else does snow
hide, but warm seeds
not yet equipped or
ready:
to make an assault;
to reach for the;
unfolding firmament.
and how else:
will white blankets behave?
then to collect and save
every prism of light”
crawling toward it,
like the pilgrimage of a wave~
no longer discriminating].
against boundaries:
past, present, and future
and (all at once).
&lately;, i cannot
quench my thirst
for the ice 0f eternity
to melt f1rst
our corporeal frigid for/\ /\s
into puddles of everlasting
currents.|||\/\/\/^\\/\\/^\\\||||\/\/\/^\\/\\/^
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