Plotlines

I lay myself down in the icy snow,
my chilled body shutters under the weight.
Curves of color flash and sink and collide.
Navigational. Observatory
of skylines, haunting the distance with their
radically inseparable lines.
Beetles burrow into the ground below.
A warp of orange paints the way towards
silence. I rise above the sunken floor.

 

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