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[theforceinme]

I’ve come to like the cold shower at night. They’re refreshing in this climate.

I used to think these showers were cold. They’re nowhere near as cold as some other things...

More later.

For now, a poem;

As cold as death, as cold as nothing,
Dragging me downstream
Coming from upstream

Frozen in parts, broken as a heart,
Ice in spikes... prickles!
Dragging me downstream.

Frozen spiderwebs, breaking in the morn,
Tinkling in the void.

Frozen thoughts and dreams,
Efforts go downstream.

Coming from upstream,
Freezing spiderwebs.
Breaking spiderwebs.

Sparkling broken webs,
Drawn into the void, sparkle as they go
Coming from upstream...
Waking up downstream?

Against the frozen stream,
Sparkling in the morn,

Shame from upstream,
Strength from upstream.

Still sparkling...

Frozen flies, in frozen spiderwebs,
Kick once, kick again,
Kick finally.

Copyrighted by Juan Morey.

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