There is a way up North,
like no other,
where to the South
is like nothing of thought.

The breath of a mother-nature
heaves an infinite cloudy sigh
that puts mean structures
to rest with dogs.

For, it's only on this equipotential surface,
that one can see forever far,
and endless abyss.

The southern star, she makes light of this;
things we all don't see,
otherwise