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In the sap of life, that seeps in the air,
there's a taste of a lady by the name of despair.
The name of the moment caught in my throat
as I started to stare I started to choke.
The cost of my thoughts slipped through my hands,
In the clatter of change I thought Laughter rang.
The face of things changed they charged
through the door, they raced past the statues,
& pushed through the hall with a clatter
and rattle a thunder & crow,
forcing my fingers to crack through the snow
We beat our chests and fought life to slow
and crack and beat and beat and close.

Why does it snow father?




Far from the warmth of the sun, in a frigid realm of the solar system
a billion kilometres beyond earth, lies a ball of ice called Enceladus.
A snowball’s Antarctica is pumping plumes of water reaching hundreds
of kilometres into space. Ice particles fall like fine snow, Cold
Faithful, painting Enceladus pure white. Long cracks, geologians
Tiger stripes, potential oceans, meters bellow, hidden life.
Where is the engine hidden? “there are no goblins or demons”
says McKinnon, but what does he know? No one knows why
for millions of years on Enceladus it has snowed.