Have to be satisfied to start
with a thaw without
a change in temperature
feel free to scoff and doubt
another inward thing
called it a mental state
call it a spiritual thaw
roll my eyes mutter great
a superstitious scrap
said it was two years hence
the ship the thunderclap
the pole to vault the fence
want it to all melt now
none of this bitter wait
maybe within I'll cultivate
myself a fluid state
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