You are one mouth
wide open in wonder,
one hydrogen for satellite eyes.
The ice stings as it falls
over a perfect world.
You are waiting for a sound,
as the lamp post flickers.
You are alone;
nostrils inhaling icicles.
All thoughts have left you
to the cold. You feel it
in your palms, watching you
leave footprints in the snow.
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