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The Needle North

I had a boat

lost the food

and the shoes

Hollow wrist

fill it with food

fill it with shoes

Some say we rise like dots into the sky

Walking through the snow

the world begins to whirl

from this immortal coil

to that immortal coil

We whirl now into deadwood

but fire inside

dead wood but fire