Above the waters
of the cresting fjord
under cradled moon
and suckled stars.

Lo' forth the mid-morning mist,
of ice twice struck upon the throat.

The night strikes;
an optical mirage
mounted upon the mirror
that takes forth
from vastness of god

to be left upon
the stallions of light
that transgress the folds
that pedestals planets
and en-wraps upon stars.

That shine in death
upon this word
and split forth
the mind of man.

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