Isa

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A season of Isa, a lifetime of Isa.
A beauty with a price so high.
Nothing moves on the ice,
nothing that lives.
Fear is frozen.
Life is stopped.
The fire burns inside me
but has nowhere to dance.
Barren or numb–
it’s all the same now.
It all just freezes over
as time stands still.
The ice is even more dangerous
when it breaks.
So we sit
and stare
and pray to the gods
for the movement of Jera.

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