Best Hypothermic Poems

I LOVE YOU EVEN IN FAR OFF PLACE

Fever of love cartwheel snaillike but where are you?

Round six o'clock noon, sunken is the moon gazing
behind deep...

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Ego hears SuperEco's universal exhalation,
natural explication.
 
Id-entity actively self-purges with each inhalation,
even through dissonant death's hypothermic double-hinged boundary,
then emerges from inhaling information
to exhaling decomposition,
death and...

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Earth's diverse Trees of Tribes
mentor ecotherapy with me,
EcoWe,
echoing sighing resonant waves of wisdom
surfing through lunar waxing-waning freedoms
of humanly divine burning nuclear bushes.

Show me,
unveil We,
boundary wu-wei...

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I notice Life unfolding each embryo of Time
sewing Earth's naturally revolving liturgy,
Eco-Rites of Passage
through TransMillennial Time's fertile transition field,
SuperEco Earthly universe our Garden-Commons home,
shared cooperative...

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Winter sweater clings
as Spring springs forward in March
— hypothermic knit

3/12/2018...

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The river boils and burns
Churning the soil downriver
Silencing the calm quiver
Halting the anaesthetic shiver
This fissure in the earth was the sliver of hope in this...

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Snow fell upon the marble eyes of the dead,
And the magpies pecked the buttons on the coats,
Drawn by the gleam of dulling brass attract,
As the...

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We never enter the basement.
It is a place of horrors, fears, and sorrows.
Our basement is a black door surrounded by the fogs of mystery, chilled...

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"We have an enemy within called the ego
who prevents us from using our mind intelligently.
It hides deep within our heart
and emerges with regularity
to challenge and...

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Looking at you,
I don't feel dead anymore
Once upon a time I was found hypothermic in the rain
Now I am Good Soup for the soul of...

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Our conversations;
I sit consumed by your fire,
words frozen in ice;

Waiting just to slip 
as cracks destroy solid ground;
Fall, but you still breathe;

Chilled lake in motion
a...

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my broken heart
shivers in water waiting 
hypothermic for the inclusion
of loneliness devoted 
as satellite hands end
in faithfulness blind 
and burnt as a violet 
beneath a...

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i'm not
Jack and
she's not
Jill but
down
we tumble
down
the hill

we reached
summit of our
Everest ever 
perhaps lasting
love
but the bucket
did i kick
the bucket

high 
on elevation
but not
wanting to
climatize i'm
just going to
die...

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