Monday, October 26, 2009

Arctic

I am walking across a frozen lake
It creaks and mourns
And there are whales below who wake
And call to their babes

My feet and torso are covered in fur
Cheeks red, eyes blurred
My hair is rising up in the torrents
Shooting up, it almost reaches the sky

I've been walking for miles in this direction
The sun is my guide
The sky is blue, the sharp and cold kind
And minute shards of snow fill the air like exploding glass

I am as empty as this landscape
As barren as the sea

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