A sleeping explorer
His wandering mind
Crossed over the border
A mind like a cemetery
Where the corpses
Are turning
Where the bodies
Twist deep
In the frozen grip
Of a dreamless sleep
Then the lowest
Comes up
Like a wreck
From the depths.
He hears night calling
And has dreams
Of waking
Here in this brightness
That burns like
Slow lightening
He sees words
Burnt in ice
Reads,
