Icicles move across

Every pulse
Of a diaphragm

Scrapes on bronchi

Airy notes of snowscapes
And stern teeth of mountains

Poised and stood
In cold
A crevasse

Tough as granite
Smooth as stone
Sharp as stalagtites
Blunt as the cold

In your hands
Or your ears
In frost without clouds

Where the sun smashes
Into the side of the

Wind rips and tears
Heat away as it goes
Eroding the chrome and
Trappings away

Stripped barest as
Can be as the beast
Of decay with its
Iron veins and
Geode organs that


And sing of coal
Across its peaks

A cinerous
Alpine pull
Of pass
With flakes of
Quartz glass
Embedded in
A mountain pass

The notch between
What’s so cold
It has to breath
And the sounds of
It seems to make

Where the colors of
Night are bleached
And rust
And all the frost thrust
Is a burning graze

A mountain singing
In granite greys
Effervescent winterizing

Published by Jake Thomas Shaw

Concerned with memory, currency, and destiny, I strive to capture each one as they happen. Join me and consume reality! Radio Reality. City!

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