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.