Tonight a random stuck-on world

Shades the freezer’s blizzard white

With magnetic fields that fate has hurled

Against the frigid Bakelite


Where our pasted panorama sinks

Into a blank aquarium

That human hopes and juices drinks,

Whose arctic demons clunk and hum


Behind the beach they’re staring through -

 A window to the out-of-doors -

Where gravity’s vast glue

Opens up our frozen stores.