Wilderness

The north star is calling my name

Out across the frozen tundra

And I am awake

To the howling of the vacant wind

 

I am peeling away ice layers

Scraping the crystalline star

From the soft frigid dome

Of the endless sky

 

It is calling

Communicating into my fingertips

Like shivers of cold

Shooting through my system

 

Until I know

Every whisper

And every nuance

Of the wilderness

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