Scene set slipping ice and crashing metal
death takes life's incipience and truncates
bated breath and breath hot and windows cold
The terminus of longing comes with labor pains
and dinners set for one
and walks in frozen snow
and letters writ and never sent
and stacks of books and stolen looks.
In death, longing lies
lies on the road in mangled physics
lies safely in tormented sleep
lies about its self and lies about
and somehow beauty lives.
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