How tundra came.
I A wintastery Rice paper lanterns float on cascading milky ways. Thoughts stand frozen like star prints in the meridian. On the glacier under the snow – the bones were crackling with the wind. Memories drift from the gauze of moonbeams – like a veiled volcano. Sleeping in the sparkling. There, I buried – forgotten in the frostline. II Sharp claws of black scratch the surface – a curious rejection. Roused from dream. I met an immense shadow in a pair of eyes. These meetings set out under ice flows inside out. You see me I see you another no other. III Go quiet as breath, toward the density. Troubles are a search. I hear the lament - the ballad of yesteryear. The red rhythm beats La neige blues meet We all fall down. I have been there - lying in times past gradient back traces. IV The ice fields open and he doesn't see...