Frozen #2
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Category : Poems
Sub Category : N/A
Some thoughts get fridgid.
They freeze over;
Then crack under pressure.
Shattered, thus too melting.
There's no piecing it back together again;
There's no Humpty here.
The King's men stole all the solid bits left
Then lit them up til they all turned to ash.
Your core is a tunnel of ice.
If you traverse it, you might slide back to the start.
Nothing makes sense until the next part gets played out.
