Postmodern Poetry - Xanax Pop by Lewis LaCook

We were all covered over
in ice here once

All the grasses and all the trees
All the winds and all the storms
had to stand still

for centuries

I like to think of the pressure
around everything back then
The limits of rootedness

Here here here here here

and where the depth of everything
leads in such thick weather

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