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Mar 2016
I have felt and read that northern heads
were arrayed in aurora sun.
My heart may stand in an ancient land
but I belong wholly to none.
I have felt and heard that northern blood
is the light of a great black star.
The gods lived on in autonomy
as the children forgot who they are.
I have felt and known of a mountain home
and a language alive in the snow.
Myth in a timeless reality
calls through a century,
I long to go.
Written by
Stratton  Canada
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