For having barely begun & so suspended in the distance

What a glare it's got, unabashedly persistent

I should try to ease the need

Spirit across the fields & leas

It flew along in muzzled cry

To invite these trembling, inviolate skies

I requited the source & revealed an invisible side

From the same point once again, it is lucid & amplified

I have braided the wind, erratic unrepentant killer

What a course it sires, wound among the rows of pillars

Dry the land & its dreary guile

To ramify & to exile

On fallow ground the rot is blight

Defocusing a wearied, oblivious rite

Shall I adapt or abide the freeze

Or gain upon its brutal breezes

Each is alone in frail reply

With virtue as a sole & sincere ally

I'm a little bit hoarse & in need of some repose

Skirt the same edge once again, from wherever it arose

& I have greeted the void, so shadowy in peak resistance

What allure it's got, unequivocally consistent