May 22, 2011
Deep in space
In a place
Where the light won’t go
There’s a man
With a face
Made of thick black snow.

And he hides
In the skies
Where the harsh winds blow
And he dreams
Of the eyes
That he’ll never know.

And he strains
For the pains
Of her violent glow
But the ice
That constrains him
Won’t let him go.

For his soul
Is a hole
And his heart is a crow
And he lives in the dark
Like a mole
Down below.

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