Northern Confinement


I am looking for a barefoot intervention but the snow between my toes tells me,

that is not how this story goes.

To dream of warmth only makes me weak.

Screaming tree tops warn,

“This life is not for the meek.

Within the northern confinement…little room for shadows of doubt.”

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