permafrost leaks through the icy dirt
crystalized air, too cold to breathe
cautions the precociousness of life, brazen and bold
no hearts glow there--
save yours and mine
how different are we, you and I?
we howl at the bitter the light and the gray
you, a fowl, with your feathers and your strange lonely eyes--
but I? what have I?
the same atoms you have
and the same scorching blood
your wings beat and my feet walk
along a lone path, separate lives
but the crack we leave behind in the glistening serenity
of a vacuous land are the same
name your price, old friend
give to me those strange lonely eyes
so that I might rise to such an ancient calm
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