A sleeping explorer

his wandering mind

crossed over the border

a mind like a cemetery

where the corpses

are turning

where the bodies

twist deep

in the frozen grip

of a dreamless sleep

then the lowest

comes up

like a wreck

from the depths.

He hears night calling

and has dreams

of waking

here in this brightness

that burns like

slow lightening

he sees words

burnt in ice

reads,