Hard truths betrothed to ecstasy 
Lie in the fallow frozen ground 
The screeching crows unhallowed ground 
 
Now from that frozen fecund way 
A spring of rilling water runs 
Beneath the chilling iceberg runs 
 
If frozen heart when level straight
With little vision comes or goes 
This spring with trilling water flows
 
Chris Lovette
December 2017

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