The square root
of plethoric cold
shimmers like an
Incan gradient;
mineral silver falsettos
in blondest
ice;

A Sing Sing cage,
pale as a rose’s
ninth dimension,
harems the
tigress of frozen,
albino autumns.

Frosted cellophane
moons waft in iambs
over endless octaves
of vodka seas.

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