Ice
Ice is water entombed,
ready to have vitality again and rise from the grave.
In a portrait portraying,
like the hangman-in confinement,
marooned at death's island prison,,
time cocooned, showing the need to learn to behave.
Or be shaved, shived, and broken.
In character, a caricature of nature in culture,
it's symbolic, parabolic token.
A stasis that reminds you to let yourself flow,
with enough warmth,
as to be a tributary, to life, not brittle,
unyielding and hard, or dead inside.
That can cut into people like a knife.
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