Clouds on Fire

Our world

is a perfect circle

an island.

And it’s imploding

through a door

outside of your front

door.

An age of permafrost
and apocrypha.

Ice will keep your drink cold

ice will keep your body fresh from decay

ice will only melt

if you allow it

the privilege;

it’s nice to be on the verge

of freezing to death

once in a while.