She considered some things sacred
Like frozen fruit in place of ice cream,
Partially melted and soft to the teeth
Joys so brief that they launch in 3D
In unmapped places, like ships in the sea
He considered other things sacred
Like putting his head in the deli deep-freeze
And inhaling deeply
A movie or two and a poem or three
The ship shivers and cuts a slice in the sea
The eternal and brief, converged in a tick,
At the deli deep-freeze, in the place of ice cream
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