• Vol. 08
  • Chapter 05
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In the Land of the Snow Queen

I tunnel dreams
hide from blinding light

above is below of frozen
in this hall of ice held

I am an island
afloat in mercury

trees stare from sparse heath
alien watchers of an ancient forest

is it time to spin

will roots go deep
grip green stalagmites

to thin mossy cloud
a troll conjured sky

land barren blue-white
hard without comfort

will I survive
in my reflection