Twotone staves note unplayed lies,
Fairways this fine walk lately spoiled,
Waymarking corrugated silks,
Bared isoclines in flowing tundras.
If my mind was pierced and volted
By tomorrow’s fillamentary spikes,
Would transient echos sound silence,
Or contour forms in glacial deposition?
Ablation stakes yard the melt,
Surrendering these undulating moguls,
New life lies thawing in thermal shock.
Ablative armour in yielding protects.