The wilderness of falling light

Streams generous in calling fire,

four arched reaching elms in

a world jewel-drenched entire.

Voluminous blue atmosphere

reveals a shattered field

of lit stars in sky, clear,

which seem eyes of deity.

Fording the rivers of night,

parting the arms of ocean and

the fingers of raging dusk,

this limb of the diffuse nebula.

Leaves glades like wells

among the long sere suns.

Calling force of exile toward

The nets of gravity,

toward the shape of time's webs,

draw into the singing spheres,

draw into the spirals of living time,

as warm, shelled walls sleep gently,

golden, and forever, and entropic wave,

winged infinite, breaks on the ivory circle,

falls full-flooded from the city out of time,

from the rings of pale faces

turned outward toward the

roads between the worlds,

toward celestial passion and

deep oceans of dissolving space.