Allâk

all of my edges are rough
i am the truth of the north
imprinted
of rocks, of sea
of barren land
of the fox
we straddle both life and death
      but we must choose the better lay
bound like a blood hound
allagok
all of it. every last word.
on fait peut-être une bêtise
or not.
don’t be afraid of your own feelings.

M.

Allâk – straddle | Innutitut
Allagok – write it | Innutitut
on fait peut-être une bêtise – we could be making a mistake | Français

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