UP
The ice is melting.
It pinks and shivers
like thin music. Black
windows in the ground
go soft and vanish.
Cobweb dewdrops glow
like moonstones in the
dark blue before dawn.
You wake. You breathe
deep. First light, bright
like spray across the ceiling.
You’ve slept and dreamed
beneath this cracked map
of an inverted world
too long. You’ve read
your fortune in its
one-lane highways,
nowhere roads too long,
looking for compass north.
Now the ice is melting. Breathe
deep. Rise into light.
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