Glacier
Waves of wonder in the green dream.
Stream rants on pivotal plants and seem
alive in this dream of viscous liquid-air.
Ferocity of cold on the snowy half-day, half-night. Moon dance speared by sun lance!
Oh, I understand. I do?
Spiral majestic – this is impossible.
This is apropos of catercorner relevance on a bleached jungle type concrete. Playground. What?
That’s the beat. One, two, three, four. Watch as the path continues,
the ice-snow falling,
the accumulation of stars
and fire cones of white irrelevance
and spontaneity. I say what again! Washing a mature blue ice glacier
over the pastures –
controlled, systematic, chaos.
