apathy.
Today, the lake has frozen over,
And the raucous, murky serpent swirls
Beneath the still water.
A state of sedation.
Every movement, a slice into the unknown.
The lurching device desperately pumps,
But the great many sheets of ice lay unresponsive,
Like an unimpressed lover,
Or a website with no internet.
Oh, to restore the connection,
To redraw the lines between the self and the other,
To grace the nurturing coast once again.
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