a palace of strange things, iced in frost and glinting in the snow.

in the world before the world
there were no ashes before the world,
that was the time before she moved to town
that season of dry snow and silver trees
and a sky so blue..
well, everything was okay,
and cold,
and okay.
the demons were gone, for a while at least,
all at war with their doubles,
and so, long forgotten.
walking,she chanced by
the palace of mirages and strange things
iced in frost and glinting in the snow.
with snow that made sounds
to make children smile.
there was a whole array of
turpine indigo sights in the sky
with tones archaic and fluted,
until soon they slip away
into the uncounted night.
what if eternity was a prayer?
shivering the whispers of a thousand
churches. sailing you away.

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