Polar

This Place -- has sucumb to the
absence
of heat with it's
passion
to chill..
to slow...
to freeze....
all that enters here
making things last
beyond
what is naturally
Ice is merly
water
which has given up
its heat and snow is no more than
ice carried by winds great
and small
like
the wheezy wind
from flimsy bags
of mostly water wrapped in
hidings
from flimsy bags
also
mostly water
which
slowly
sucumb
to the
absence,
the lacking,
of heat
which creeps
seeps
weeps
away
by the
gnawings
of a place
so
very
cold
that the faer
deserted air
itself
burns.

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