X-MEN THE POEM
My ability to undo
damage in mid-air
had been compromised.
I proceeded to mean
more than anyone
could say in six
years. Ice grew
angry at the sight
of what I had
been unwilling to
become. Mystery
made mincemeat
of our best-laid
plans and poems.
Sunday, March 11, 2012
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