The Few, The Fey, The Frostbitten

Day 4,855, 11:30 • Published in USA USA • by weasel2.5

There is the edge of a vast sheet of ice
It goes on as far as can be
Revise that view tho, the land is quite nice
With lizards, old trees, OMG even some mice
May they thrive to, in time, repair broke paradise
Leading all and all up to the sea

The Oligocene age if you please
Icey hills narrow the range
But see the life ample amidst the fleas
Even glaciers can melt, gray winters they ease
The unlikely may blossom and the eWorld unfreeze
Creating the new and the strange

Strictly a fantasy with insanity rife
Knock off the babbling, talk to the hand
Game is a structure of strife
Unreflective reaction a modal of life
There is only, only war to the knife
And set attitudes to plop on the sand

Melodramatically yours, weasel2.5