Thin Ice
Thin Ice
The mesmerizing effect of rippling rings
Of freestanding water’s tantalizing schemes;
As I peer down at the semblance peering up at me,
Without fear, on the thin ice, I am treading.
My mind is like a sieve that’s never static;
It’s seeing me for the first time, and it’s hypnotic.
I want answers but only feel frustration
Because I’m here and not the apparition,
Frozen in time, waiting
For the ice to stop cracking.
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