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A Solitary Consciousness
Snowflake…
Deep winter
Ex………...hale
Into thick night sleep
While autumn, intoxicate,
Dreams drunk
Dizzily bubbles with old fruit, long ferment
Veiled under frosty top,
Poppity pop pop!
…Huzza!
Faintly, two flakes, float and flutter
On east current Sibir born
Sleeping land, Tatar fire
Divinely hewn, it must be,
Without duplicity
They are, each other
Mirror made, gentle
Caress, each atom flicker
Old memory, form
On cold corners
Oblivious miracle
Descend
…Into havoc spaces
Lightly hover
Over f-bomb diphthongs
Tattooed knee-cap, death trap
Nipple ring, two prongs
Bentleys for Ladas
Stolich in the Pradas
Thumpin’ old school
Molotov drop shots
…two flakes therein touch
on tongue tippity tip!
small child glees
ruddily radiant
under broken
symphonies
consumes
inwardly
miracle
silence
falls
in
to
u
.
Copyright ©
Mat Ignacio
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