Monday, November 03, 2003
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ice cycles
icicles
popsicles
of
artificial flavouring
and the ice of evian trickles down the sides of mountains
to pool at your feet
to soar up to be plucked by the aching sun
to form baubles of frozen on branches
that you pluck and delicately consume
in a foreign, frozen wasteland.
flaring up the trashdump
like a crimson fire -- i told you phoenix
as an symbol for my rebirth, but
i mean the cycle of ice
deviant from the hydrological
since it never melted.
until you.
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