Hyperborian
Rocky armory over his soft heart
initiation to the arcanum of simplicity
pure soul albeit effulgent
Great Spirit springing up from
chthonian base, ascending asceticism
lonely unevenness of two legs
upholding balance in his mind
equanimity, his armory enemy
of complexity
“don’t be afraid to cry”
he cries to his kin
flaming embers on the floor of the band’s tepee
“before you lie down at night
don’t forget to thank the stars upon
the sky that keep you company”
he sings with lips stony
he laughs with lungs petrified
he stands undisturbed
