snow drowning
on itself
when winter ends
leads me to wonder
how the floating pieces
feel
watching themselves sink
into themselves
very much like myself
who does nothing more
than blink at the day reflecting
against the white
slowly drowning too
into the clarity of
a puddle
though i can’t swim
*
do more than
you can do
then
do more you
*
under a lake
i see my reflection
as i have always
just a being
bubbling through
Mizpellt wurdz 
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