The Above And The Melting Poem by Philip Kindred Dick
The Above And The Melting
Soft as tin,
Melting in the rain,
Melting and dripping down,
Soft as stones that are limp,
That can be bent into shapes
And stretched out,
Soft as bones,
Mashed into paste,
Mixed with pale milk,
Soft as crystal,
Dug from sweet soil,
Slowly stirred,
It is soft as these:
The moon on a warm wet night.
Saturday, April 16, 2016
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