I slide Down an icicle Inside the sarcophagus of my design Gasp for the air you took Look for the light you left Right around the hip Where we connect Drip clear crystal Confined in there Pinball metonymy Shake the symbol that links us The shape we made of ourselves Binding light in shadowtouch Murmur words that stir Each second away from you Every line I breach Breaks the icicle in two Till I cling unto the drowning Reflection and a puddle Instead of seashells The kind you never leave

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