Art if ice

Deduct to gain
The world on your 
Shoulder, crick neck 
Bail out the boat 
It's going up 
River foundry 
Chunks of frozen 
Death on the current 
Developing a death wish 
For the ones in the boat 
Us, so to speak 
Ready to become history 
Unless the causes can become reasons 
And time can build a bridge 
To the narrator's house 
Where we might ask for
Giveness four sin space 
Inner thought machines 
Run too hot too long 
As desire wells up 
The bucket's holes run wet 
And purpose became a luxury 
Not worth the price of a sliver 
Pulled out by two unwilling fingers

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