Spacebound, pacing 'round, present purpose of gazing down: the maze of clouds, haze profound-- places, towns, aurora shroud. Hoards of crowns adorn the proud, but this is different, shifting sound-- listen: glistening blades of brown-- ridges, mountains, seas abound! Crystal cities sing so loud, 'clipsed by darkened shards of doubt-- bliss is art in carv-ed mount, mystic marvel-- marching, out. Many starve for large accounts, but priceless ice in mind surrounds. Fractals, fragile, crowd the brow, hieroglyphic systems pound. Gaia, round in balance now-- a moment—only-- if allowed. Stolen tones of tinted vows, drones of poems from ages found: we are home in North or South, position blown to polar bounce-- nothing! something! with! without! Whisper what your faith avows-- myth and substance strain for clout-- wishes, drugs,
drain or
drown
(- S. Grennan)
