image by Jason Paul Fox
copyright 2001 all rights reserved

Arctic Day

If it doesn't sink,
sunrise is sunset.
The moon is over
something that doesn't
move, but melts
in the new year.
I can't hear you.
Don't be afraid
when night falls;
it will miss you.
I pray it sinks.
Then you move,
then you melt-
and we sleep

By Jason Paul Fox

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