xxiv.)

A lover’s eulogy,

embrace fog,

the cabin warmth

bringing no comfort.

 

Fling all openings,

let the whispers

leak through, riding

upon the

crystalline fog

 

For ’twas not

coat but coil

that was made

bare

As stalagmite

and stalactite

make their

home.

 

It is the warmth

that thaws.

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