One Grows Into Two

... and so on (eleven)

me on my glacier

of words, can you see them?

 here today

it is something...

a liquid mineral

my dear,

slowly moving

like cold lava

 everyday

Relentlessly

 every year

Advancement

I shape a landscape

 over millennia, it seems,

How do you like it?

  frozen

  my dear

On my glacier?

   how will it feel...

 

Next Year

Author's Note

avoid polar deserts at all cost.