When blue ice falls,
Shatters against the glass,
Cracks into black,
Bruising light,
In carved graphite,
Stars drawn on,
The dreaming stopped,
When I told the angel,
Couldn’t hold it in,
Or let it burst out,
Like last night,
The lights went out,
Screams told me why,
The icy wind whispers all around us,
The blurred taillights were off,
Yet in daylight we saw them,
They narrowed at the sight of me,
And again I knew,
The hands were raised,
To tell of the one’s
Of the one’s that agree.
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