Warmth is over,
some say doomsday (in vitrea).
Carry on, carry on…
Sudden as ever, dreamt in crystalline,
feeding the ice
with shattered eyes:
(Warmth is over )
velleity, my splintered hurricane
— how you sink and rise;
synchronised,
we'll fall in loathsome coils
of feathered rust again.
Carry on, carry on…
Cuts the air out in solid lines,
multiplies in curls and tines;
sudden as ever, dreamt in crystalline,
feeding the ice
with shattered eyes.