Tonight, ice
On your doorstep waving me goodbye
Cold such that stymies the running of life-hacking devices
Isis’ alb white light shines from blemishless titans, many-sided
We wish you uprightness
Try not to slide, hold the sides
Perfect, eat-ready banana ripness
The Moon mustard yellow looms
In wolf communion, colluding where few go;
It looks like a burning balloon
A council estate Chinese new
Year; despite feeling peerless, I feel weak and unneeded
I feel like something leaking hard squeezed
Each day, there is less and less of the ‘real me’
Slowly becoming bitterness and weed.
Alchemisland 
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