Ultima thuleI wish I never left this rag-walled lodge,Yurt of your kins lost in this polar snow.Your nanny healing, feeding - she knows the dodgeOf our gonner bliss to quicken and bestow.Fasten my soul like a drowning prowW...

Malnourished as the trait with our fervor half past deadWe come out from chrysalis into the vernal day.Instincts so unthought and our light heads blown away With the ephemeral grace.Hungry for the love and warm we came to everlasting flow...