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On an Iceburg, Drifting
Despite that, she eyes with angled mirrors, digs gopher-
speed trenches, lifts a giant pair of scissors, stockpiles
Keep Out signs, fills me up with Helium (and feeds me
to the clouds), fits me back into the basket, finds the
Return to Sender stamp, crushes the compass, peels
my onions (and throws away the handkerchief), chisels
away at my tombstone, until finally, she forgets, she...
shhhhh goes the limbs of the hollow tree...
