Moving Panorama - Cronian

Earth inclines away from the sun

As the cold season is improving

At my viewpoint, a palace of eccentricity

Where the whole scenerey is moving

Nature’s monuments in a transpolar drift

(Casting dark blue shadows that we fear)

The coastline ends up in this delta’s rift

(A dynamism ignited by the obliquity of spheres)

Standing still, still travelling through an area of ice

By a slowly rotating current that leads the stream clockwise

An omnificent hall of brutal adventures

Ejecting islands from a polar den

Formation — growth — deformation — disintegration

At the annual snowline, again and again

I’m sailing on crystal sheets

Where explorers met tremendous drama

The scenery’s harshness can’t deplete

Imagination’s cyclorama

I’m on the move, or is it the world?

Nature stages a shifting play

By uniquitous events my view is purled

And lionized by ablation’s pray

Standing still, still travelling through an area of ice

By a slowly rotating current that leads the stream clockwise