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By Stephen Date: 2002 May 24 Comment on this Work [[2002.05.24.05.09.8222]] |
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what this barren ice feels like. hearing the wake breaking silence when divided alone to know what comfort the zamboni machine brings. invading my infinite space as feelings of renewal overwhelm me. I need her soothing touch, submerging my roughed and chipped surfaces. as replenishing the submission I've shown her, I'm awarded with smooth layers to be slashed down deep again within those levels I survive a society of dikes. The sharpened metal cuts these razorblades of separation leave me. Thus, is my stamina in shambled pieces. The job of collection she so enjoys cleanses my repair in swipes. Her protection ensures freedom from life's permanent marks where always I thought never to see my strength return, she works me when divided alone, together she brings out my reflective shine several times daily and I'll never know what to do without her |