Slide

A
little
quip – a
bit of slick
perusal, quick
catch!: too dark
to make much out –
but there is always this
interiorly strange conundrum
stuff to whip, regale and fluff you
into something that might just erupt
enough: sufficiently to blast a little freedom
in and up and through your winter heart. Slide down
the slope, my dear: I’ll meet you at its nether part. Today
we’ll close our eyes and belly whop onto the frozen Universe for art.

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