Sat, 03/11/2017 - 10:20 -- ACME

My little ice statue.
Shaped like me,
Can you see?
When she wiggles and dances the fractures are there,
Thin lines and shattered chunks made from dispair,
As she moves, she breaks, but continues to dance.
When she bursts she chants,
Lord of Lords, King of Kings, won't you come down to bring me home?
Prince of peace, Emmanuel, I'm waiting on my knees, frozen to the bone.
Her tiny ice hands reach into the sky,
and are greeted by a butterfly.
It flits it's wings and lands on her heart,
It melts her piece by piece, part by part.
In her saltwater puddle it lands,
Forming into giant hands.
They scoop her up and pull her close,
To welcome her new home.To her new home-In the cosmos.


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