Sunday, September 26, 2010

glacial decisions

a glacier
tucked under
a tongue
the expanse of
melt, lost
out of mouth corners

that was the saying,
the chewed gristle of ice,
rubble, and freshly formed

that was what you were
hearing, dripping
out of face and heart
and everywhere

the melt of making up
a mind
there gnawed or pawed
spat through that you might
see that flat awful
of white resolve

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