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Me, I . A glacier. Imagine

Large, solid, creaking, destroying, nourishing 

Glowing black/blue. Blinding

Slowly, drifting down a street

 

Cold*

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No ice cold stare is colder than me

And I slide, slowly

 

Cold

Down the street.

 

Some things happen. Expected by now

Like the chaffing, splits

deliquesce

The melted aftermath is unexpected

The amount at least

 

All the while, white flutters drops on me.

 

But ssssssss llllllll iii pp. Cold.

 

This me glides through streets.

Impossible to destroy immediately at least. Never at most

 

Glacier as the mind

Glacier as body

Glacier as spirit

Glacier as I

 

* cold is sometimes a state of  West London mind.