A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth.
Last Summer
Pillars of fire
On the surface of a frozen lake
You can see me dancing between them
A herald of noise, wonder, concentration, ellipses
Ever-after I am
Beginning into eternity
A ray and not a line segment
See the lines that concern has written on your face
Each one of them is a poem and a eulogy to something
Endless, ephemeral
The feeling of grass between your toes
Sun beaming down on wet hair
A summer without conscience
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