Iceberg and Soul

		Cold and broken off,
		drifting on the open sea,
		serenely quiet, now and then
		the silence broken by a sudden
		shearing as another part is lost

		into oblivion.
		From the time of calving
		to the time of death
		in waters far from the fjords,
		we float on the ocean tide.
				
		Only the tip is seen
		dancing above the waterline,
		a tenth in view, exposed to all.
		The rest is safely tucked away 
		below.


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