Antarctic decor: 
I lost my nonfaith underground,  
I should be writing this down.  
I try not to be thoughtful.  
Duly of course not sounded —  
I’m writing for one reason, to sound an alarm (like a big panic light),  
the rust about to be torn down, the danger of rising temperatures; they did —  
Side streets extend to available weather, to the power grid;  
Razed, rain’s over, its light flow an oily example.