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| The surface of a frozen sea is torn With rills and ridges, rimy building blocks Cast down at random by an architect Insane or angry, or too drunk to care About arranging his materials Into a semblance of an ordered room. Auroræ play pastel beams on pale cliffs. Crevasses hide in shadow as the sun Scrapes the horizon. Silence shivers, stark. But from this flotsam of chaotic floes Twin icebergs nudge their crests into the air. Their domes ride diffidently, soft, scarce seen Amidst the snowy scarps. They slumber. Yet Beneath the jumbled and distressed terrain Inverted massifs hang, hidden and huge. Two giants veil their faces. No one knows The benthic currents pressing on their keels --- The forces that will stir their souls to wake. We are those icebergs, you and I. Great hearts Are snagged and smothered underneath the heaps Of daily happenstance ... tangled and trapped By this-and-that-ness piled upon our lives ... Held fast by icy manacles ... until One day --- crash! crack! --- the mountains move. Two minds Trembling together can free themselves. We sail South, to a proud and fearsome rendezvous: To melt into the ocean of the world. |
Wednesday, February 28, 2001 at 20:07:41 (EST) = 2001-02-28
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