Shining in the North
eager eyes glance towards
the surface of ursa minor
which
gleens the colours of a song
a
voice of the soul
reverberations through the ice
felt beyond feeling
finger tip crimson spot
that holds another time
and all times
fear not the Jabberwock
nor the Bandersnatch
figures of fairy tales
embrace the manifestations of
the spirit
hold understanding and graciousness close
sew the seeds
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