beautysos

they ask me me why north
where there is not a soul to offer you
a cup of tea where
the sun hides behind the clouds and does not 
deign to grace you with a smile
where the wood grows large and ominous and
strong;north
so far and wild and fierce

(that’s the point;that’s the
point;i’ve never seen a beautyso
clear)

-we always traveled north