Unmoving ice showed the same fractured angles.
All washed away.
My hair in grating tangles.
Earth had grown limp today.
The rain had transfixed, diluted, and muted.
The shoe fit, the nightmare suited.
Infinitely you depress down.
Infinitely you dispense, the Sun but a crown.
She wears it like a stormy wreath.
Holding, folding; barred, pressed teeth.
Strapped, trapped in this box.
Dug a hole in the ground for hibernation,
Inclination; fixation my only ventilation.
Dispensing all your rain in my little box trap.
I aspirate your earth, your stone, your root and sap.
Your angles continue, distract, infract.
The unmoving ice had melted and rooted.
But the shoe fit, the nightmare suited.