To the North—
where blizzards beat
where white death hides
To the North—
where a nightsun eerily shines
where I dream of shadowed luminescence
To the North—
where mile-upon-mile is glacier and snowy plain
where ice kingdoms are unmoved and eternal
To the North—
where truth lies at the end of the world
where I walk aimless and fated
To the North—
where coldness wraps round me
where numbness seals me inside my mind
To the North—
where I lunge into the unknown nothingness
where I seek the something my heart craves
To the North—
where solitude is a congenial audience
where the gelid wind cuts open my distended self
To the North—
where I conquer all and in-between
where to languish is to be vitalised
To the North—
where silence is song and symphony of soul
where I begin where I will end
M.M. — Junius MMX
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