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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