There was a wonderous ticking within his brain as he sat there. The beauty who started him, looked at him with a hungry look. She would always ask him why he would laugh sometimes when their lips would collide. She may never know that he was laughing at the irony life would throw at him. That he'd be taken to such a low state and be risen so far. A heavenly ascendance to break the ice. An iceman warmed, awoken, by the love of one. Thus be the life breathed into him. Be there the heart long frozen and underfed. Uncultured, unanswered, undone.
To be pushed, then, so below. The sunken iceman, refreeze or drown. Preserved by water and ice, the man would lie there forever. Be there and alive.
Alone, alas, alien.
Be there as he sat, the iceman, away.
Ancient and unknown.
The inhuman popsicle so froze there.
Don't be so cold. Switch around one day on, one day off. When he saw stars that's all they are. Ask why we can't love the fire.
Burn atlas to make memories. Where art thou love, where art thou life, ask the iceman to the stars. Send altered me home to me god forsaken hellfire. Melt me away to the cold.
