Wednesday, March 10, 2010

Forty Martyrs of Sebaste

strip down. slide onto

ice. stand in the middle

of a darkness much larger

than yourself.

clasped hands to

cheeks. toes turn

blue as the snow

in the moonlight.

morning is as warm

as you imagine it to be.

all those frozen fish under

your feet will always

be wide-eyed wonders.

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