Tuesday, April 08, 2014

A Song of Ice and Fire

A Song of Ice and Fire
“Fear is for the winter… when the snows fall a hundred feet
deep and the ice wind comes howling out of the north.
George R.R. Martin, A Game of Thrones
               

What is the most precious
part of your body,
your house of stillness?
Do you remember
that your fingers
are places of prayer?
One never knows
where the body is going.
Concentrate on what you might
acquire. A mate, a pilgrimage
to somewhere distant
in the heart, a brain
unlocked or left to ruin,
and ears for music:
A Song of Ice and Fire.
Is it that thing
between your legs?
Bowed down by words
like firewood, clenched
with words like ice…
language is for the coward
who thinks a rule
is nice at any price.
Oh my Ariel, you are in your
eighties now, a universe apart.
Seven realms in long summer days,
but soon will winter come.

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