
permafrost
the mechanized hares shake off snow from their fur

their footsteps speed up the blood that flows through the arteries of the earth, carrying life to desperate settlements
iron umbrellas stir the sleeping nomads awake

and the faceless crowd goes on to do what it has to
they are cleansing the surface so that a new milestone would start
your cities are cold and austere, but they too will eventually turn into dust
this is the way it was
and will be
— don’t be afraid
and in these barren plains, grass will sprout again