Unmoored in the white expanse
chained by air and frozen flats
white as far as eye can see
and just one speck revealed there…me

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red on white, no blue in sight
carmine bold against the night
a blood smear there upon that face
so cold, so neutral…blooming grace

I burn there in this gelid place
and nothing here to burn but ice
that smothers every spark and glow
and so I turn my heat high…slow

and steady, burning every flake
and fleck of frozen haughty glance
I use as fuel your silences
and melt the emptiness of chance

that random stark coincidence
of when you turn and look my way
but lend me not even a branch
to burn, just more cold arctic grey

It matters not, I burn my me
I choose to be a fire hot
and brighter than the silent white
I burn the ice…I burn so free