midst these icicleworks

this sound
of the wind
in an empty skull
resembles the howl of a wolf
the cry of a life
and when the molecules settle
so time freezes
as does love
in the grey
the gaps
still, might a dream
survive
midst these icicleworks
could the rime layer melt
eyes to see
perhaps for a reason
or given purpose
suchlike hearing
this sound of the wind
in an empty skull

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