a ball of I(ce)

She / the sun,
scattered silvery strings.
Tied in little knots about
the knuckles of eight long

They / her children,
scattered across the dark.
At their aphelion / lonely,
afraid of falling further into

I / the forgotten shape,
at the edge of your light,
silver band wound around
me / in icy memory, 

Oh / yes,
I was your ninth


The End

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