Antarctica VIII

I drove miles and miles into the desert.
There I saw faces,
pale faces that stared as I
sped past them, sweetly oblivious.

I drove miles and miles away from people,
from towns, from smiles and from warmth,
away from the poison and into
the world of eternal luminescence.

I drove miles into the silence,
miles into a light so pure that stung my eyes;
deep into a world that leeched all my colours away.


I drove into it so willingly,
because it felt as endearing as a sleeping pill,
because it was just as having blood taken out of me,
thrilling, and it made my head feel light.



When I arrived at Antarctica,
I left my ride to melt into the landscape and I walked,
the ice was islands beneath my bare feet,
and I'm still bleeding my footprints as I keep on going.