But Slow

I pinned my hopes on the dynamite
That it might ferment the origins
A new creation might be blasted out.

Then I clenched in tight
Ice on my eyes, icicles at my chin
Glaciers move mountains, but slow.

So I washed it all off
Soap bubbled and I popped
And started over again.

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