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Cold Collapse (Free verse) by MacFrantic
I snap and grapple
With the land animal
Approaching me at degrees unknown
And latitudes unknown
And beneath strange letters in the sky
We aren't sweet compliments
Or gracious arguments or anything
We're sweet disintegration
Like granules in gestation
And nothing more
How so you in crew
And what biting balance do
Forever I will spend the fighter's trend
A catatonic animated crater
That levels several ladders
Half of every day comes clear
This polar pointing pier
What shakes in column quake
I can't compound your wake
My cold collapse
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