Blue tinge ice
like frozen skin
on rust stained toothpicks
and another year arrives
with smoky breath and fog
in a snow filled world.
Crimson pearls
lazily wind down
paths of chaotic electrons
while winter's dying sun
fades upon trusting glass roses.
A weighty cross
is buried next to
roots of a strawberry tree
where pinecones mark
an ouroborous...
And halfway across
a war torn world,
halfway through stars
a river runs a downstream course,
past power plants
and out to sea,
out of sight into a future now.
And she contemplates
lunging over non-existent railings,
and she decides, jumps,
changes the river...
an ouroborous completes itself
and everything comes to...
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