"GLACIER (Consonant Palindrome)
Our loose, cut ice retains its longing.
Lit in a parade, it drowns unaware —
a dot, a drop, until gone again...
lost as Antarctica’s lore."
--@Anthony_Etherin
Dad Looked Up at the Stars, Mom had a Fortuitous Event.
glowy nowness · nenuphar
such a remove · black coffin
for a zompire · gather coins
feed the machine · caked clownwhite
are the plain roads
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