winter’s eyes of ice
crackling from the lakes
forest reaching branches
breakthroughs spark the skies
embrace the slick black rocks
while ocean waves crash over
widening portals grow
flow unknown and glowering
down and doomed to breaking fakes
making meal of joy knowing
masks are unaccountable
old spark and close to coals
sit now caressing embers
whether we rise or fall
it all ends
in a stone marked grave
a hole of cold bones
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