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Iceberg Theory


Sunday. The sky is a burning
book that's just been put out.
It will hiss if we throw water
on the clouds which are still

hot. Perhaps that is a good
thing, since we carry icebergs
throughout our lives, melting
whenever exposed to heat

from guilt or a secret. Perhaps
we should stand underneath
the sky whenever it smoulders
and throw our icebergs at it,

opening our mouths to catch
each purified drop, in the hope
we might be cleansed.

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