Vitreum

Warmth is over,
some say doomsday (in vitrea).
Carry on, carry on...

Sudden as ever, dreamt in crystalline,
feeding the ice
with shattered eyes:

(Warmth is over)

velleity, my splintered hurricane
— how you sink and rise;
synchronised,
we'll fall in loathsome coils
of feathered rust again.
Carry on, carry on...

Cuts the air out in solid lines,
multiplies in curls and tines;
sudden as ever, dreamt in crystalline,
feeding the ice
with shattered eyes.