Berengia Refugia (poetry)

Wind swept tundra Iŋaliq high
reaching upward forever into the midnight sky
stars shown across lakes and rivers
eternity hunting game with Atlatals and shivers

My joy ride pony was a snack in the dark
life wasn't just a walk in the park
for the scimitar-toothed cat that left hooves and blood
winter carnivores too would perish in mud
from clouds of spears thrown like cold structured rhymes

Glowing green arms of sky through night's waves
showed where the predator hunted
drawn to firelight raves
sending life ending points, arm's countless flicks
an x tribe refugia lasted consisted eleven thousand years

There is nothing to the future, except the future itself..

https://suno.com/s/PREKO1r8XM0rRbGW Berengia Refugia (song)

Author note: I wrote this poem in the first person narrative, yet the narrator sees the future and writes as an omniscient narrator too. Considering that reminded me of what Winston Churchill said (approximately paraphrased with a lot of fiction thrown in); "There is nothing to the future, except the future itself!"