Each soul in a shell has a story to tell

along my way I happened to fall

into a trap I awoke later to find

far north in a space, a place

where the sun does not sow

stories of fruit nor blisters, but instead

ice reveals its contours

not flames create hell

where souls go to learn, why animals howl

deep in without any hold

inching closer to where a whistled wind bl…

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