Perfect six-fold symmetry collides with my face
These Kama-kazi crystals ruined by the heat of my breath
But soon they work together
First reaching my knees in collective organization
Numbing my feet as a traverse like a lead statue
Trying to hide inside myself
I haven't seen the sky in days
And with every attempt, my eyes are ambushed
Body heat failing, lips the perfect purple
Come find me when the Spring commits the murder
Of solid to liquid and to eventually gas
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