and the islands sloughed off
the mainland
in a continuum geocritical

break upon break
division upon division
of terrestrial meisosis

many in the many
no man is Robinson Crusoe Island
but I have lived on him

quakes that break
great lakes and landmasses
fed to fish

glacier crack
tumble to the
opening of an avalanche

the cold shakes us
to remind of life
amongst cold feet

amongst microbes
struggling for air
frozen since inception

what is life?
says the microbe
for want of air

and atmosphere

what is fertile?
what is soil?
what is fecund?

in the single cell
on an island of ice
off the age of the equator

it breaks

it breaks.

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