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boiling ice

January 3, 2016

truth is a river, not a stone
a cloud, not a sky
a jungle, not a road
in flames, not in sparks

boiling ice,
freezing fire,
blowing steam
across hot stone

slowly we learn
the language that we use
when we talk to ourselves

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