Cronian Moving Panorama
Earth inclines away from the sun
As the cold season is improving
At my viewpoint, a palace of eccentricity
Where the whole scenerey is moving
Nature's monuments in a transpolar drift
(Casting dark blue shadows that we fear)
The coastline ends up in this delta's rift
(A dynamism ignited by the obliquity of spheres)
Standing still, still travelling through an area of ice
By a slowly rotating current that leads the stream
clockwise
An omnificent hall of brutal adventures
Ejecting islands from a polar den
Formation - growth - deformation - disintegration
At the annual snowline, again and again
I'm sailing on crystal sheets
Where explorers met tremendous drama
The scenery's harshness can't deplete
Imagination's cyclorama
I'm on the move, or is it the world?
Nature stages a shifting play
By uniquitous events my view is purled
And lionized by ablation's pray
Standing still, still travelling through an area of ice
By a slowly rotating current that leads the stream
clockwise
