Under snow and ice and white
the earth boils and burns.
Only its cold face sleeps.
Behind its languid eyes,
the toil of a dream spits like a roiling furnace.
Deep beneath snow laden tree and frozen soil,
bone cold rock and glacial mountain,
the fire of the sun spins and uncoils
pushing itself out towards birth.
the earth boils and burns.
Only its cold face sleeps.
Behind its languid eyes,
the toil of a dream spits like a roiling furnace.
Deep beneath snow laden tree and frozen soil,
bone cold rock and glacial mountain,
the fire of the sun spins and uncoils
pushing itself out towards birth.