I
Old Laplander
Devoid of faith
Deprived of Nature
I am inebriated
By virtual worlds
I am running away
Sleeping under
An inner ice
Vertiginous
Like the ridge of a roof
But I can breathe         Because

In the middle of the chaos

I am writing

 

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