The beauty of a hostile environment

The beauty of a hostile environment Comes from its care

Ambivalence is the most hellish purgatory

So I stare out at a frozen world Making visible my every breath The warmth in my very chest Consumed, slowly, by ice More soothing than any hearth

Here is not ambivalent to my presence It wishes to freeze me And I to be frozen

I should not be here. I cannot be here. But beauty lives within its edges

So as my mind pressures me to leave My body crystallises with this caring earth

To rest a moment longer in this harsh environment

Because to leave is to lose all beauty itself