navigate by the stars

humanity finds itself in the position of a captain whose ship has been built so strongly of steel and iron that the magnetic needle of its compass no longer responds to anything but the iron structures of the ship; it no longer points north.
---Heisenberg

Snow, drift.
Down.
far, darkly
into the night.

Or to the sea.
Weightless.
Relinquish your love
of Earth.

Snow, striking,

like the cold fever

of burning suns

in your eyes.

Snow, holding
the lost future,
like a shimmering face
with blank expression.

It/you falling
generally particularly
in ever-widening angles
obliquely into oblivion

White, fall.
like a spell.
Erase my name now,
from your still heart.