is what the northern lights are. The UFO is for sleeping in.
on a chain in a land without anything to do
the 6 daily hours of sunlight is about to end in spectular fashion.
and hearing only your heat beat over the falling snow
the old cemetary
Dig a hole, place a light, enjoy.
for someone to drive
out of Kangerlussuaq, past musk oxen, airplane wreckages, frozen lakes and desolate, deathly cold landscapes.
at least that’s what it’s called: saqqaq.
because it’s only primo october.
on a hilltop. that’s what they’re called. really.
of winter, of a cold grip on your heart, of a fresh reboot of life.
they don’t live here anymore, next to the busiest road in town. they live in the old people’s home. the other one.
unimaginable. inhabited by people undeterred.
on a hill in a land on the ocean