Trees in snow and roads of salt
Air breathed clean, as before our fault.
Curve a round the lake
across that clean plate
that stretches so far
Risk everything for it all
skate across that reservoir
At 90 mph in sky and ice
grin wide full of teeth rolling like dice
The road ends with a red light.
Rocky tongues stop the barren white.
An old car can fly if the drivers alive
and the world is
Crystallized
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