across this solitary landscape
of cold uncertainty
we are a wild wind
gathering force,
enough to drive glaciers through raging waves
into uncharted realms of the frigid sea
we are eager earth
burgeoning with root and sprout
beneath the permafrost
we are fire
when our sun is lost
within the brumal storm
and hoary time
that mantle this bleak terrain
and we are ancient water
frozen in the dark of polar night,
intent on preserving our primal form
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