Through the cold land I walk
Ice covers the ground
I see no one here.
or is this the hidden area of my mind?
Monoliths. They recall my dream
of unreal rest...
But now I leave (myself) for the paths of utopia
At the white shrine I stand
Among the cryolith memorials
Trying to get something that I can’t
Apprehend my cry!

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