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If I set my foot in the chill emptiness
It will not echo
This land will not applaud
My breathing any more than
The footprints I might leave.
Around me the ghosts who know
The force the cold can bring
Huddle in the muted air
Where ground and sky are merged
And movements are considered
Ahead of time.
The ocean rolls enclosing us.
We learn to take our place
Captives
In a world whose edges we know
Whose moods we understand
Cannot be broken.
The ice will not be tamed by us
It is much the other way.
Favorite track: Isbjørnøya.