Great News From The South Pole - Das Oath

What’s a view but a guess?

Throw a frame around randomness

My dear forge, Validity,

Paint me on the footnote of failing

Tomorrow today or a long time ago next whenever

I’ll settle this

Into old shoes as a pioneer

Tread the surface level

Wearing answers in layers.

Sediments of sediments unfold

To write new cave scratchings.

That think like ideas.

Unearth the land-locked survival plea

Watching its own breath wane in the deep frieze.