Poem: 'A GROOVY APOCALYPSE'

 

A GROOVY APOCALYPSE/ 

THE TRANSFINITE CHOICE 

time freezes 

this brush of memory chills me, 

lavender fire outflows from ice 

a gateway through glaciers into 

the wall of nameless mountains, 

your name is the soft sigh I exhale, 

we shunt upwards into cloud 

halfway as high as Iapetus 

dancing in serpents of blue light, 

a mesa of methane storms, 

we sleep a thousand years, 

butterfly skeletons are 

snowflakes in terrible winds, 

nineteen rivers flow into 

a black sea too vast to envisage 

through a forest rimed with icicles, 

frozen music melts into shrill mornings 

as ice-flowers unfurl amid blue frost, 

time freezes, yet this brush of 

memory still chills me...