Encentered wrack of sea and skull,
Maneuvering through wave upon wave of fire,
Sapphire, translucent, hardened sea,
Beach of endless grains forefelt,
Foretold in blindly, wildness, burns and fevered,
Transfixed with columnar cries of wing,
A skiff of slightly wandering,
Stellar navigation to this strand
Of western light in violet-pressured sky,
Melts vivid in a longing sun,
Time-travelling to the spiral night,
Seen stripped of tales, lost of destinations,
In ocean dark, brine abyssal perfection.
Ribbed and vast wingscape, river-mated
With the ice of world's mountain crest, ephemeral,
With the mane of vague and atmospheric earth,
Which touches, blind and frozen, the spine of stars.
Within the radiance of wind, within synchral contention,
Within the crystal spheres of unrefracted rays,
The sea starts, shelled and vaporous,
The sea ends never, foam like the lips of virgin faces.
The drive of blood streams, as if outlaced in open water,
Fades into the trade winds, visual and warm,
Reefed force in endless current, returning island.
Framed sacred in a silver eye, moon-luminous,
The reach of palm, like the limb of sky,
Silhouette formed from the spray of word,
Light-created, light-contained, islands the scattered
Truths left in the currents of the waterís song.
Dual, wind-wrought, wide-winged crowns, the sea and sky,
Music of the air in sailfull breezes,
In corridors long separate from the sun,
Tight muscle of the mind in green, deep burn,
In the splay sacrifice of fluted night,
A harp and reeded breath lift outward the clouds,
And sculpt the sound between dark depth and stars,
The final verge of wave and higher wind.
Wind touches tide in current, wavefold places,
Time cyclical and errant-shaped between two times,
The motion of all currents rounding life,
Formed by celestial, star-shot eternity,
Wheeling air and tide, the line and liquid moment,
Jewelled rulership of rippling sea and island-cast creation.