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sonnet #1,666

My love self frozen whole, it plain appears,
And packed in memories for monument,
Through earth's small black hole bagged in water went,
Expanding wedge like, forcing one side fears.
Glass fibres have been fused yard thick on gears
And racks, tectonic plates are thereby rent,
And lava moulded loops from ocean vent
Are stretched in place to dampen seismic shears.
The world has since emerged remade a ball,
Inside out land crust panels, fogs and seas
Of water spout from its cool, concentric squall,
Its black hole, where swell, fabled timelords freeze.
Iced down to that black hole as hard gene dust,
Amnesiac, I've addressed my darling's trust.

(Chorus)

o dust
o grit
o powder