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All is clear and all remote,
Glacier's sentient viscera:
Voiceless, Vice-less.
Telescopic lens reveals a tide
Evolving, reaching, raping,
In gulfing, gaping damp and
Distance, felt once strong and
Stalwart: safe and epic, fast and bold.
Yet far, so far away now, lost,
Almost in eon of revenge,
Resentment, scars and damage
Twisted deep enough to send
A soul inside this leaded frame of
Tori's tempered glass. Melted,
Mended, some would say. And
say, they'd see, soft covering of
Practiced shame, a rearranged reed,
Papyrus falling into Nile.