Feeding Fingers my imagined house

I remember when you spoke in my
Imagined house
Where I know I
Lost my brain
Where your ankles broke silently on carpet
And then
I helped you
Out of place
I think that we can be
Repaired in snow
Reassembled
As we came
So until the winter comes
We should stays frozen
In cubes
In trays
Someday
If it's cold enough
Someone will empty us out
Onto a
Frozen pond
And rebuild our lives
Rebuild our lives
Rebuild our lives
Rebuild our lives
From snow-mortared cubes
Snow-mortared cubes
Snow-mortared cubes
Snow-mortared cubes