They grow only on Northern Sides
because too much sunlight will kill them.
Polaris is their False Idol, though they would not realize it ----
They follow Her North, leaving behind
the Truth of their equatorial Progenitor.
Towards Absence, Frost, and Eternal Night, they trek onwards:
heartless, and feeling--
longing for the prick of the pin amidst
the celestial void, the growing icicle violence,
numbness corporeal ----
a realization to be given over to the more distant Heavens:
αllaying + βelying the warmths of the God at their backs,
now South in every direction.
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