Frozen Sun – a poem

Beneath the covering, fire speaks in language

Breathy, understood by few yet known well

By the keepers of flame, a prison of totality

That keeps it from burdening mortal worlds

With all that those crackles may stand for.

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Beneath the ice, beneath the harsh cold,

A whole star of fire flares in wild magnetism,

Trapped in surrounds of ice so compressed,

Singular madness made contained for so

Strange a prison as can keep fire inside.

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