Folds in free-fall

Reaching out and over

Etched into the serrated edge

Envy cordoned into plastic packets.

 

Zones in the atmosphere, cold, moderate

Igneous paradigm, fortune corroded

Neo-polemic, butchered and stolen

Gangrene outlived, shaped then broken.

 

Water trickles from the heights

Acres of snow held gifts for giving

Silent plateaus, hands unwilling

Thermal decay, by the broken shafts.

 

Everyone is awake, in a second life, perhaps

But sold on desolation

My goals remain, stubbornly

Here.