breaking up the ice for the
lack of warmth to melt it, float
a smile, sample the kool-aid
can we ever say anything
that finds its mark, or hear anything
that doesn’t confirm a conceit?
icebergs have their own momentum
parts unseen, underneath
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breaking up the ice for the
lack of warmth to melt it, float
a smile, sample the kool-aid
can we ever say anything
that finds its mark, or hear anything
that doesn’t confirm a conceit?
icebergs have their own momentum
parts unseen, underneath