Mind the wolf that howls.

To let it die
is mistake of
inertia fly.

Single one
to be built by change.
Keep it in,
stay
by going away.

Northern stars
so far
and yet like here
I touch.

Everything shattered
and yet somehow
stuck on the chest,
greetings from the past
holding back
future to fuel life.

Secret on the inside
and world to unrest life
while creatures die
and die.

Beg to differ.