Icebergs Dancing

Freshwater ice, compressed, 
breaks off, with tremulous lights
and shakes
and rotates
in intricate snowflakes
like wings,  of ice crystals

then floats away, in the open Ocean

and she's tracing his steps, leaving white dust
like crushed shells
as she walks , gracefully, as if on
Japanese Okobo

They were attached, as if by circuits of frozen stems
with lacings , of smaller molecules
its microscopic
and its perfect

her ribs split open, and a mosaic of musical strings
reveal,  what looks like melting precious silver
and her face, is draped in a mass
of webs, upon webs

she looks at him, through the haze
he's the parchment Worlds were written on
now a sychronized flight path,  he illuminates
all the crowd of beams
of celestrial,  night skies 

and there, white noise combines
in steady, different frequencies
with excact, united, intensity
heard and seen, by only a few

is it choregraphed ?

Icebergs Dancing.
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