From a world where we don't have any control over the ice. Just like the Titanic knows.
To a world in which all the ice is occupied by human activity. It's like oil and gas.
Ice is not a metaphor, but its melting is actual.
Whether art is submerged like a reef
Yet it cannot escape its grandeur in the cold wind.
And the air's crystal flawless. The here and now.
I prefer the cold as the ice, or rather the clear cold.
If you look at it, the ice is capable of something
A lot more than that, man.
Abruptly, we can't sustain despite the air purifiers
From a world in which we have no ice control.
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