through the sticks and burnt trees
she walks with snowy skin
cold steam and loneliness
like a new car on icy roads
her eyes like mirrors underwater
cold, deep and blue
she circles me
the crawling lava
red fingers reaching and hardening
aches when i move
it is the together
bound with some ancient light
and forward movement
this is our time
tedious gathering
reds follow different paths
do not envy
do not tire easily
intricate tunnels
built by one mind
thousands of arms
gaping jaws and hard shells
this is the job
this is the future
.
me