Human not being

it sounds like you're suspended deep in an iceberg. out there is the sea, and warmer water, but how do you reach it?

I wait for the next ice age
where i look out
and everything is equally frozen
and when that day arrives I'll want and hope for nothing more than I have,
frozen still inside
my iceburg.

even in icebergs, there is warmth
they huddle, and form glaciers,
and move, inch by crocked inch
until they melt
and the lightness of white transforms
and spews out
a corpse,
that, in first light,
twitches