Drowning on Dry Land
Locked in crystal vials
Are the viridian lakes, shimmering
In and out of sight
By glare of gorgon's eyes.
Air tilts into my mouth and
Suffocates me, but still
I emerge, spluttering and
Very much alive
To see the last
Of the snowflakes
Touching and melting -
Nowhere.
But through the coldest of winter days,
I loll
In my behemothic sleep.
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