THE ICE SHEET BY ZAC DUNN | ART BY JOE VAUX THE BLINDING WHITE ... On all sides blind eyes unaccustomed to severe frozen steps ahead of polar bears and ice flows that grow perilously scant Over bones and seal meat held low and shared with the dogs as logs on a lone fire crackle laughter in the stillness Noses pounce upon reins toward IDITAROD slogs and MUSH that push the SLAY quickly on RUNNERS of STEEL Only the bone knife remains as he stepped from the tiny encampment his folk had brought him to as his before him did too The long walk back would bind and tie them up tightly as night never ceased to allow sunbeams to scream over the horizon for many moons The old one had come to walk back and give back what he took with him when he came To set the record straight enough to find legs too tired to pull another step and sleep on the ice one last time The lady of the sea may pass by beneath the ICE SHEET and greet the final desperations favored with blossoms we held in tiny leather purses to keep the frost from winning As the cubs in the cave and old folks all laid to rest are best proclaimed in silent steps ever further on the ICE SHEET that bounds into WHITE LIGHT and CRYSTALLINE FRAGMENTS OF WATER … we too happen to pass through as they drift like gifts in the breeze that are sweet KISSES OF TIME. 8:38am KNICKERBOCKER NYC 10.11z.:24.00003 FOLLOW FOR MORE: IG: @UZIEGO TUMBLR: @SAVAGESNEVERSLEEPNYC
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