Moving slowly
Towards an
Undefined goal
Like day and night
At the magnetic poles...
Slowly spinning
In extended twilight...
Biometric rhythms
Have no mooring...
Untethered thoughts
Capturing butterflies
In spring
In the temperate zones
Of the mind
With mesmerizing nectar
Produced by memories
Of radiating heat...
So real at times
Icy sweat forms
On this glaciers brow...
Dormant life
Waiting for
The Great melting...
Freedom is
On the carousel
Eventually...
Periodically...
Measured in months,
Years,
Or centuries...
No prison stands forever...
Frozen lichen
Covering the rocks below
Waits for the ice
To turn into
Nourishing tears...
Mother's milk...
Carbon-based latticework
Reacting
To global warming...
Nickel-iron core
Surrounded by syrupy magma
Slinks below the surface...
Hard thoughts
Protecting
A soft heart
Above...
Breaching the mantle
Every now and again
Should bone strike bone...
Matchsticks,
Dry and brittle,
Exploding
With brimstone fire
At the tips...
Incense smouldering
And musky sweet...
Ash slowly fluttering down
Like butterflies
In the stomach
As you scan the crowd
For a familiar face...
The microphone
A distant memory
Hanging the perfect distance
From your mouth...
Not close enough
To feel your breath...
Not close enough
To hear your pounding heart...
But close enough
To not be
Too close for comfort...
The eyes watching
Fill that space
Well enough...
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