Space Time Ice Cream Comes To Life

Ice is so very cold in arctic circles Where time begins as cream Climates cling to hope The Aurora Borealis give texture to white Turn it around the corner of reason Space time ice cream comes in no flavors Worth articulating Colors are void, taste of nothing Are not particular to thought To the ways of thinking Rocks set aside differences to light Like ice they appear hard to the touch Sit on the Earth and spin with synchronicity Let gravity do the work Ice could not be colder if it tried Light does not pass through it motionless Space time remains indifferent Ice cream still tastes delicious