The ice begins just where the sludge leaves off;
So that the two, completely indistinct,
Leave no space for the water, which could doff
Either intruder only with the other,
For they together are so closely linked
That save for touch they might as well be one.
The sludge so clings unto its icy brother
That ere one ends its sibling has begun.
So may we see in this too fecund pond
Forever further layers of decay,
Which seem to feel each other and respond
Waxing in ugliness each passing day.
Do not mistake the cover for a frond:
You cannot walk on it, nor make your way.
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