Naasitaq Poetry: A Compilation
|Naasitaq Poetry: A Compilation|
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There is no compulsion. It is not a need.
But something pulls.
I cannot deny its draw.
The white wends out past my vision.
Its fierce eyes watch me as I move.
The wolf tracks my step.
A silent companion who will not join.
All is blank. The pale expanse lies before and behind.
The miles pass and still my feet move.
My hunt continues unabated.
The landscape returns my gaze, unaffected by my presence.
The snow falls, needles driven by the wind.
Its cold teeth bite my skin.
The snow gathers, its hands around my feet, A fierce opponent who will not relent.
All is white. My journey continues.
I can no longer stop. A true compulsion forms.
The need drives me on.
I must see.
The sun breaks through the gray.
Its unrelenting gaze thaws me.
My body warms under its touch,
Frigid limbs move again and carry me farther.
All is empty. The breadth of existence is my destination.