Heavy eye brows direct my intensity
Things are firing in rapid tones
Some tones cut like knives
While others assuage
Like a potato poultice
I roll on my haunches
And endure
Yet I wonder when the inevitable
Will rise with the sun
When the snowflakes will melt
When will entropy dissipate
When will love end
And for what reason
My muscles are quivering now
I am losing my resolve
For a time I stood against it all
Existing with stoicism
At the end
I could see a young girl
In the glen with the same resolve
I imagined her body full of snow flakes
And I was proud of her
And I knew who we were
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