chalk
In the bleak frigidity
The patterned irrigidity
Is slowly spun to life
What began as mostly gas
Turns into gently woven glass
Falling in the night
Every line of every limb
Outlined against the frozen grim
Of breathing crystal
Against this myriad anomaly
I'm but a jaded homily
An uprising against the white
Do not waste your time on me
'Tis a venture into villainy
To rage against this night.
So watch the symphony untold
The triumphant tragedy unfold
Do not forget this sight.
I should seem a frail conspiracy
An anarchist full of tyranny
If I did not wipe my eyes
For 'neath the blanket's gleaming swell
We see in time all will be well
We gaze into the light.
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