Remembering little feet
rosy with inner sunshine
As they patter on granular-cut
sugar-cube ice crust
Breaking here and there
At points of weakness
Remembering the flush
of raw cheeks
In the dazzling storm
sprinkling mirrored
shards of sparks
Exhilaration sang
in our boiled bloodstream
We never used to
feel in our bones
gnawing demon teeth
that we sometimes
name Death
We're not sure the day
He started to visit
Winds curl and howl
little anxious hounds
around our hallow frames
demanding to be let in
It isn't so distant
The day we'll open up
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