beneath the ache you feel for a distant memory
the hormone of darkness brings you sleep
of night shifts and snow groomers
dancing across the universe
of a velvet sky trimmed
with a chaotic terrain
where the sun sculpts the ice
on the equatorial line
passing through the furthest
reach of your consciousness
you count the seasons that float before you
as you turn towards the sun and touch the ice caps
the chaos melts into one final clap of thunder
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