Thermafrost

Moving like water
Wholly predictable waves
Unstoppable flow

Like smoke from a flame
Memory given substance
By sight and by scent

As the morning dew
Becomes the frost of the day
It coalesces

Dark plumes mesmerize
Sweet sublime infiltration
'Till solidly real

Can we interact?
At the edges of our forms?
And not lose ourselves?

If you'll try with me
I promise not to give up
I'm not sure I can

Why would I want to?
When I fall it is to you
I rise to your voice

So let's continue
Stitching even tiny threads
'Till blankets are sewn 

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