Sitting in the subterranean chamber Embraced by the vast solitariness Seclusion concealed by a vision's ember That speaks the words of science grandness And light determination in my soul To unite with Terra and the mysterious Order that lives on this crude pole And transmits feelings of the ecstatic and delirious The Arctic Fever tempers me to explore The environment and my emotions I'm an extraterrestrial in this secretive lore Tested by organism's corrosion Like the wind is strong our relation is equally fragile
Contaminated, and then lost? (exposed, and then refined?) As organelle and mind reconcile With the tundra, delta and every path I've crossed Surrounded by millions, billions, zillions of species But sometimes still I feel alone 'Cause microbes carry such neutral facies Their expressions are trapped in ice and stone But if I ever leave, I will return 'Cause my blood is heated by the Arctic Fever My body freezes, but my soul burns So, I'm both transmitter and receiver For the climate's magnitudes...