January 11, 2013

The Warmest Ice

Today, I spent a lot of time driving through town alone.  When I'm alone, I think, observe, listen, and learn a lot.  I like convincing myself that I like being alone.

Anyway... I wrote today:

Perusing through photographs of the young
Eyes, a desirable dark, a solemn optimism, but not like any other
As deep a history as where the Kraken is found

There lies instilled the saddest, most serene solitude
Yet, the puniest, warmest hands prove chilled as ice
Time - a wish - to freeze the melancholy eyes

And melt the warmest ice

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