Defrosting is a fine plan for the future,
comfort in knowing that food is
slowly descending to the consumptive range,
close to the application of heat.
I feel this way fairly often,
like I myself may be subject to the frozen
and boiling points of other’s plans.
«Maniacal now; quaking»
Little do I or they know
that I Rest In the slow-moving
particle time, during which the Cells of my body
collide by the rate of days, during
which the power encased in these cells
goes undiminished, and soon
Explode on the world
as I see fit!
I never tire of this, all should be careful of me.
© 1992 Daniel X. O'Neil
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