no hyperborean native has ever taken a moonlit walk on the beach
with a bottle of wine and a trillion bioluminescent friends swirling around his feet
he's never taken a chance at staying out until the sun would rise
nor seen the reflection of a perfect sunset in a Hyperborean girl's eyes
so how can you see your own perfection
if your retinas are burnt out from it?
Stay there, beyond the North Wind,
across the arctic, beyond my oceans
in your perfect blind freeze.