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 iconography

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 it is strange
 that I should seek
 you inside the small
 boxes    held within
   the still
 air
   of twenty five
           and three
     quarter years
   gone
 staring into ponds
       does
 bending to sip water
        pound my ribs
     to tender
 frozen
     breath