Wednesday, June 1, 2016

Sculpted


As I read the Pages
each line became
An axe
     That grew
           And chopped the
World around me 

my waist
Frozen in the ice

Rising to my wet feet
The iced slush let go
 

Thoughts and dreams
And monsters and
The long dead loved ones
Climb back out and play
 

No longer banished to beyond
And out of reach

I peered into that hole
And spied a single deep wiggling light
At the bottom of a very long tunne

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