Poetryvents reach critical mass

Ice brain,
breathing cost,
freezing thoughts,
coursing frost,
until my veins pop.

Nothing can stop these words,
not the collapse of the trees or the birds,
reverberation of the mind like a curse,
contemplations make the earth hurts.

Clearing the throat to boost the antidote,
let the lines be true like a strong brew,
crude but stern like a breakout of the flu,
coarse and fluent with the screw,
new monuments when it ensues,
alien and new,
relics with a clue,
radioactive eclipse;
tear drops falls like air hats,
extra crooked at critical mass.

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