Im at the top of the
world
Walking around on the
sinking snowy air
Misty gods and shaking
spirits surrounding
Strong winds begin to curve
the landscape
The horizons are still
ever sloped
All is silent and cool
Ice remains like natures
lightest mountains
Monuments to my quiet
mind
Clouds fjord-like
reach across the plain
Slow echoes
In dreamlike
disappearance
We walk together
Forceless nature is
ever blue
Scapes and shapes
Feint and ever dreamt
Shakily
I breathe in.
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