Thursday 26 March 2015
Cracking
Watching time go is
like meltwater freezing.
feel the return of that old familiar
creeping tremor, crack of dawn
frostbit tingle in the tundra.
Not entirely unpleasant for
ever I am in love, in love
in love. A cold love.
Heartsick and giddy, though
look at all the time gone.
Trickle on, you glacial sod.
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