Zoar – pt 1 – a poem extract

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Far over the icy tundra roams the wind,

Signs of that hyperborean vastness just

Barely seen, hardly known for what they are,

Indicators of a lost world going unnoticed

In these days when slow slumber the woods.

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High teeth stabbing towards the sky only now

Come into focus, the patterns of so many days

Assumed to force the same again going forward,

Loops in time forming frosty lines that delineate

That shadowy past I struggle to remember, recall…

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