CREVASSE

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Alien, Antarctica, Consciousness, Humanity, poem, poetry

CREVASSE

got excommunicated
do had to
travel further South
than South

find the door that opens
at the Pole
climb down

that near-infinite staircase
that spirals like the genome
find the secret vault
there that houses
all our secrets

contains
the absolute coordinates
of every sub-ice spacecraft

and truth about the edge
not of the Earth (which is round)
but of human consciousness

which is not
round at all, but
flat as a pancake, save
for each deadly crevasse

STORY IS SLOW

story is slow
it moves
like a glacier

the page
Antarctica

my words strung out like
little English explorers

destined
to fail

ICE CATHEDRAL

I am
sleeping in
an ice cathedral

dreaming that it will not
melt, there is
no global warming, the
walls will
stand forever
cold
and sure

I WOULD ARGUE

Words can
warm, I
would argue
but in my
uneventful, comfort
zone life
I have never
travelled deep down
South to the Antarctic

pushed my hands through
the ice and snow to
feel rock, earth
a
live heartbeat.