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We were an iceberg.
Seals rode our wake and danced
the sun made us flash and
the wind made us sing.
We were a glacier, with rocks
crushing into us, rolling
underneath us like ball bearings.
We were a lava flow,
resplendent in the channels of rock
we smeared, like chalk dust.
Heat-ghosts blanketed us.
We were a ship in the sun.
Burned-red sailors scrubbed
rough our back with bare feet.
(II)
We are breaking up now.
We are hewn asunder, hewn
by our own heat, by hours of
weary heat and scouring cold.
Pockets within us have burst in
Cupped angles and Chunks.
I can see you, and you, and you,
and the plunder I have left
sinking in the sea of peace:
the sea cools hissing rock
the sea melts frozen hearts.
The sea is a sea of distance.
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