Seeds of destruction empty into a river that sings.
Never fading shade...the emptiness of things,
Soft and rarefied, slake the thirsty sea.
Cleaving the waves of air that cannot be
Sundered into the things of no moment.
Thoughts are just the surface of a river of us.
From the jaws of savage beasts you will be set free,
Like a trampling horse of no cede
Snuffing out the searing stars and gaping jaws of dreams
Wrought by the earth and sky of unborn dread.
Sky giants take root of the flesh and bed,
Whirling 'round replete and gushing into a flood of sweet milk.
Take dominion, bristly brine of my sweet toil
And empty upon my feet and back into our blue-grey mother.