Glaciated Remnants


Our sentimental past.

Our repetitious future.

Our inseparable layering
bound together
by hope and fear,
fragility held hostage by captors
preparing their next demand.

Some might shudder,
such ransom seeming paltry
to power’s hubristic blindness,
icy containment luring the determined
straining to reach a wintery summit.

Upon such storm-scarred peaks,
the shelter hut grins,
as within its four walls
stocked with wood,
but without kindling,
packaged nourishment,
but past expiration dates,
more crystallized mistakes
will seek its seduction.

A wedged open door
hosts the icy gusts,
dancing their last-note refrain,
hope’s frozen calliope dream,
once a carousel’s innocence,
now a whirlwind of fright.

Many succumb…

Hypothermic dreams taking over,
delivering happy endings,
where delusions forever satisfy
evil’s model of successful failure,
where rules of pretense and mirage
denounce truth as bogus.

Many unknowingly seek out the frozen journey,
today’s repeat of yesterday,
creating ice-covered ashen nests of flaming contradictions,
affronting reality like some whirling dervish
of gluttonous nature.

A few…

Denounce their anomalous Leviathan,
purging aberrant cotton candy
frozen on their tongues of childish deceit.

But…

Climb,
lunge,
grab,
and crawl go they,
we,
us,
lugging moral impotence,
unable to avoid infantile persistence.

Many…

Embrace evil’s innocent drippings
enveloping misguided yearnings
into yet another layer of glaciated remnants.