I am ice.
Have you touched something so cold you
Found painful the tearing away?
Nothing is on fire.
I saw once, blue flames and
Have tried to set light to the ruins we
Found in the glacier, but there was
Nothing left that would burn, and the djinn chased us into the forest.
I have washed my face in melt water,
Have you felt such frigid streams?
Found is the dirge and found is the hymn,
Nothing else to sing.
I am ice?
Have you seen within me the collapsing matrix and
Found the melting core?
Nothing is a fire.
In heaven falls night,
And though the stars and moon speak of a coming dawn,
It is not brighter for the hope.