اصل بول
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Bones bleached white, obscuring the fields
Hooven birds descend and the tundra cracks wide open
The northlands haunt our frozen thoughts
There can be no thaw
Spreading its venom, corrupting the soil
Burying deep, crawling through stone, falling mountains
Cataract eyes clouding vacant faces
Bodies in arrays, alters overflowing
Albino hands tug at permafrost
Winged men ascend as the tundra cracks wide open
Frozen thrones crumble
Beneath a stampede of elk
Marching upright as men,
Ice hands from
Cartilage crowns
There can be no thaw
