Static Hum of the White Void 12.02.017

Here is the silence I expected,
Here
Is the olde inaction, the indecision, the
Proclivial avoidance;
The silence, the
Silence, the

Ones and zeros;
Wires, static,
Parabolic sine waves proclaiming
Nothing more than data corrupted.

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 would not realize it ----
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.