Grab the ground, your
Feet are pressure sensitive.

Despite the cold you
Felt the give, the one
Day blooming.

You've been walking
Since Skadi first came,
And now this surrounding,
Soil slipping through your
Hands like marbles.

Where does it land?
What do you hear?
Is that an engine?

"Who gave you right to break ground?"
"Show me your deed!"
"My God man, are you not human!"
"What is yours without a signature, sir, do please tell me that!"