behind me, in future’s terrible
mirror

covered, its darker nature with
a sparkling

coat, the snow stay unimprinted
with

my, over by a blanket of eternal
stars, turn

into a storm, a blizzard with zero
visibility, futile

were duly stomped to iridescent
dust, cold

but clear / but touch it once
twice

We count out loud. Each piece.
Every particle.

before pain has left my bed
it will not carry me away

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