bliss station ~ poetry

magnet

the men have rolled up
the deserts × the women
have gathered antarctica
[ in cubes ]

when they come together -
melted sand + melted ice
glass + water - drops race
on the pane till one
fertilizes the sill of it all

back at it again -
these fragile rocks
cold water, this abortion
of prophecies - this law
of rule & chaos together.

one inducing motion in
the other, with so much
[ in between ]
& just as much beyond >>

~Ajay
26/1/2020