Cold wakes us

sun glazed ice


sea silver wake

I see,


the hollow

of your smile


hands refined.


Fat has fled

the land


leaving us

stripped to


the bone.


We are in

limbo watching:


what was so

desired is


locked away

faded like


the storm

last night.


Broken to

morning light


to silence.

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