17.12.016 αlpha, βeta

They grow only on northern sides
because too much sunlight will kill them.
Polaris is their false idol, though they’d never realize ----
They follow Her North, leaving behind
the truth of their equatorial Progenitor.
Towards absence, frost, and eternal night, they trek onwards:
heartless, and feeling--
longing for the prick of the pin amidst
the celestial void, the growing icicle violence,
numbness corporeal ----
a realization to be given over to the more distant Heavens:
αllaying + βelying the warmths of the God at their backs,
now South in every direction.