everything is a circle completing the pages
of history to repaint it
retranscribe the traditional legends
in the twilight tundra you breathe the bread of
your hunts incurred distant
your fire is a star among so many others
the mass is milky
a canvas frays then on the ceilings of your orbits
your searches cover tracks
stop breaking my erosions with your boats
let me finish!
my path still has steps to be taken
my stranger on my land!
do what you like as long as my brothers live
I’ll read their shoulder blades draw them parallel
detect the voice of our fathers the roads blocked!
my alarmed ones without compass
my poorly armed.