Step right up to the brink of things committed long ago; a dock worn thin by salt and wind, a sea that howls below, a vacant corner of the world few modern maps betray, where sunset tones of Kodak gold give soviet decay a romance it may not deserve, as cemeteries swell with scattered names of mountain folk who tamed this northern hell, and made a home of it, and still, if raised defend their lot, while we the living blithely gauge what’s worth it and what’s not.
Persistence
Persistence
Persistence
Step right up to the brink of things committed long ago; a dock worn thin by salt and wind, a sea that howls below, a vacant corner of the world few modern maps betray, where sunset tones of Kodak gold give soviet decay a romance it may not deserve, as cemeteries swell with scattered names of mountain folk who tamed this northern hell, and made a home of it, and still, if raised defend their lot, while we the living blithely gauge what’s worth it and what’s not.