Thirteen Lines

Ice is just another form of heat energy
There are no absolutes except zero
A median “internecine” value judgment
That curious adjective “marked for death”
Values upon either side at unawares
No sign of bottom line differential
All things must pass beyond certainty
Like the things of man known to be untrue
It goes on forever on either side of zero
The limits are our increments of measure
Not the boundaries of anything ever measured
Like humankind ice has a “habitable zone”
Either side of which is interdiction