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Unexplored Unexplored

The studious
ice shelf
cracks knuckles,
cracks books,
nose dives
page waves,
beluga narration.
There is some amount of stone under this.
There is plain water
with pink fish
with antifreeze blood.
There are urchins inching.
There is ice lightning.

I vote
to leave
the unexplored unexplored.
Let us
not cultivate the world
to death. Let us not write an elegy
for the bees.

Posted 02/28/15
Published in Souvenir, February 2015
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