The Berg

 

Undone by the sun

By warmth I should never know

My very essence leaking away

Like mist before the dawn

Cold vapours sliding into the sea

Fading like a distant star

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Glimmering in my core

Reflections of ages past

Echoing the terminal impact

That ended the saurian kings

Jewelled arteries, polar blue  

Glinting with the light of ancient days  

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Snow softy sifting

In a timeless rain

Never diminishing, layer upon layer

Like the pearled valves of a conch

A slow avalanche, as in a dream of falling

Descending the sky’s empty ocean

 

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The end of being

Looming like a spectral galleon

A brigantine born upon the night tide

Dissevered from a yet greater mass

Adrift now on wayward tides

The world’s axis all-a-kilter  

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A voluptuous hollow filled with ice

Undulating in eternal stillness

More immense than any mountain peak

The sinker of titanic ships

Slipping into nothingness

As if I had never been

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