Beyond the Cold (Poem)

Photo by:  Massmo Relsig
Beyond the Cold     

Not long for this world
We long for this world
Crunching, snow-blind on glacier isles
Hitting our knees
In hypothermia-induced worship
Desperate for the desert sun’s cruelty
Scrubbing us as raw as sand
Throats burning from screaming
We curl up as wisps from 
A fire we can’t find
Burying our faces
Into one another’s necks like arctic wolves
For one last scrap of comfort

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