Suffer the Motes

How do you become one with a universe indifferent to suffering
Risen above it all
With blood-stained feet walking on a carpet of eviscerated souls
Deep pile
Muffling the screams of existence

Once the sun has set in Alaska
the bright lights artificial
The dark must become comfort, the cold embraced
Do you flee south
Do you become one with persistence

62 days
that are no longer days
Mother moon
light the way
in soft comfort
in the silence of snow that only the glow can know

clear stars illuminating the deep pile
Brother Bear has left his mark
the viscera uneaten
the ribs frozen to the sky

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