the ice from yesterday
melting away
drops on my feet
might come from laughter
i was in greenland
head spinning legs fixated
you cannot picture cannot feel
the snow the ice the sea
neither emphaty nor rhapsody
the ferry sailed to the white village
passing darkness
everyone brought their jumpers
no shades needed
like a trip to the cornershop
ecological changes unfiltered sun
melting glaciers
the heat bangs the head
returning for the illusion
no oasis reported
not yet
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