Cold fusion, bridged impossible fears
behind the snow globe, I watch, shedding tears.
Self-imposed sanction, single kiss of turning
days stretch to weeks, weeks stretch to years.
I try to move, hard lessons I am learning
a block of winter, and yet I am yearning.
Frosted shards of indifference, I bleed in frays
this ice gets thicker, so cold I am burning.
Hollowed night whispers in sleeted den days.
Sun mocks its' shadows, across in many ways~
hand-span width of breath like white smoke
thinking of you, my trapped mind in a craze.
Sword-edged both ways, behind a felt cloak
hidden beneath, whispers tossed on carved oak.
Wrought in metal forge, burning blade to invoke
secrets kept hidden, asked not and never spoke.
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