you howl like the windsong to me
you howl like the windsong to me,
i hear your icy breath call -
desolate snowcaps of barren lands
visiting with their cries.
when you climb the pole
facing into the northwind -
scandinavian, wolf-mouth
viking giants appear.
you howl like the windsong to me,
disconsolate separation -
sturm und drang und Vor
weaving the clouds.
2/22/02
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