ANN: A place of ice over ice Of white over white And beauty in absences
There was a time when the only sound Was the wind calling its ghosts When the skyline was set clean as a scar on glass When your heartbeat slowed with the cold When your dreams brought in a white bird on a white sky And music that could only be heard from time to time On the other side of night
Now the horizon’s dark Now there’s a terrible weight in the air And a stain cut hard and deep in the permafrost
Breakage and slippage The rumble of some vast machine cranking its pistons Of everything on the slide And the water rising fast And the music lost