A blanket of
fractures,
ample rigid structures
A liquid
s
e
e
p
s
the t cold
r
frigid o fragments
u
g
of h the
north
Where tufts gather in the sherbet of -frozen- dust
The glistening indigo amongst
the platinum
blanket
I shiver.
The cutting
wind
admires the empty
shell
for I stood
there
Gazing at the
noise
Cut black.
In transparent fallacy
The temple of glass amongst the cold
golden
sun
speaking to -me-
referring
pointing g
looking at n -me-
i
ris
up
in an
warcry
i t n e v e r s l e e p s
but
I
awaken.