Frigid desert braises water 
Touched by light 
Unknown heat 

Heartbeats are basins 
Below the level sea 
On top of another snake ridge 
Scorpions are drenched with wet pinpricks 

You'd sip the poison 
To quench your thirst 
As the moon implies tides somewhere 
But every ray is fire and blanch 

Power is ice  
Where a melt schedules 
The decline of lifeblood flow

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