Thursday, 30 December 2021

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...





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