The ice cracks and winter lifts its veil
with a swift flick of the wrist
and a giant game of Tetris reveals
Nature’s sacred geometry
Led dispersed, disarmed, clinks in a glass
made of storms and the things no one wants
while they are frozen
in time, powerless, preserved
as stagnant as they were
It smothers the flame
when change is what we need to burst
and the rippling motion unseen, unheard, is deafening
to its core.
So crack, cleave, secede
break into the countries you were meant to be
while I wring out my winter clothes.