Poikilothermal Breathe Deep Icicles move across Lungs Every pulse Of a diaphragm Scrapes on bronchi Airy notes of snowscapes And stern teeth of mountains Poised and stood In cold A crevasse Tough as granite Smooth as stone Sharp as stalagtites Blunt as the cold In your hands Or your ears In frost without clouds WhereContinue reading “Poikilothermal”

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