landing in front of me
then fleeing just as quick
is what it fears what I
too am afraid am sick
I’ll find if I look back
over the dim plains
of my accomplishments
the daisy chains of my endeavors
now under drifts of snow
but it’s the last tear I would flick
of sorrow from the corner of your eye
as on and on we skate
over the thin ice of happiness
until it melts and we can swim
more skillfully and safely drown
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