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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