Amoral Ice

Amoral Ice

Avalanche! From the inverted
cup to a querying

face. The vertex
observes an unbroken

focus, ignoring abuse
from querulous cubes. Fingers

twist a cold telescope
probing Arctic altitudes—

streaming a floe
past enamel, now Andromeda

dropping—the esophageal
pull. The infusion of cool

moves the skeleton
to eject a wintry “Ah!”:

opening intergalactic
gush. Here, imbibing

among the stirring
of planets, the atmosphere is fresh.

Copyright © by Kevan Copeland