Moon-white,
struck bare in the shadow of the lunting sun.

Whimper the world, hush.
A blessing for the wordless road,
the great expanse unseen.
Perfect love - our sanity.
Our human rock and tribal ash.

Oh cry. Cry wretched beauty.

The wicked road, the silent way.
Perfect knowing,
our trust -
our apricity.

Bide the brick way,
the iron crumbs and trail.
Dare not beastly curses speak -
nor further wander or wonder seek.

Clear of soul, and strong in stead,
with pious weld the circle tread.
Cardinal creations in fading light,
to grant the will upon that night.

Beneath the crow's kin and kind,
on earth.
In earth.
Above earth,
forlorn.
Wood and stone,
witness such spirit in fading form.

Look to the red in rising decent -
and burn in your claim.
See life as fire and wind;
such elegance in a dying way.