Glacier

Waves of wonder in the green dream.
Stream rants on pivotal plants and seem
alive in this dream of viscous liquid-air.

Ferocity of cold on the snowy half-day, half-night.
Moon dance speared by sun lance!
Oh, I understand. I do?

Spiral majestic - this is impossible.
This is apropos of catercorner relevance
on a bleached jungle type concrete. Playground. What?

That's the beat. One, two, three, four.
Watch as the path continues,
the ice-snow falling,

the accumulation of stars
and fire cones of white irrelevance
and spontaneity.

I say what again!
Over the pastures -
controlled, systematic, chaos.