The Iceberg (2000)
This dark room
brushed the
faintest blue
by a full moon
long to the west,
revealing
only what’s
outermost.
Like the delicate
ridges and trills
of ice floating
silent and serene
down a blackened
sea, lucent petals
of what hauls so
massively below
in a dream of
death, or you.
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