the further north, the more fragile the fixtures
by which the stars are held,
until at the pole itself
they break from the finest of wires
by their own weight. I snuff the wick.
Nor’east the wreck, the dark
snow, high
stardust drifts, settles. the sails burn: the hull slides under ice, under and into this raining light.
by which the stars are held,
until at the pole itself
they break from the finest of wires
by their own weight. I snuff the wick.
Nor’east the wreck, the dark
snow, high
stardust drifts, settles. the sails burn: the hull slides under ice, under and into this raining light.