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Freeze

A pendulum in my breast
swings to the extremes,
giving me no rest —

Freeze,
even if it means death
or perpetual sorrow
— who cares? —
and give me firm ground.

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Seasons sliding off my eyes
are unabsorbed and absorbing —
how they dry, how time flies!

Freeze,
and weigh my pocket
with something crystallized —
put something back
into the yawning void.

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