Into the Blue

A cruel, white, yet blue-ish desert;
home of the burning cold.
Inside the canvas,
it is merely freezing
the marrow until
our bones split.

I will not end as Evans did;
as a glacial blue
waterfall's footnote.
Did we come so far
to falter on
this wasting land?

It is time, I will take a mad march
into the cerulean blue.
Outside the canvas
I am merely freezing
my sacrifice
into history.