I sought signs both poorly and all too well,
Temporal desecration, deceived amid allies in a chemical orbit
My eyes, coal-black freezing eggs shivering in the expansive contract
To remain unhatched, their interior activity unnoticed, casings devoid of fissures
They deemed this New World for the whole Indian Ocean, whilst bobbing in a tidal pool
Lonely flotsam, overbargained destination, peered the cobalt with sunburnt backs
Washed in seawater, mistaking the mast on the horizon for the splinter in my cornea
I sought signs both poorly and all too well,
Cornered by God, pushed through into the ethereal,
Found the pattern, heard its airy whisper coat my thought,
Gave in at the threshold, suffered fealty to this breached actuality,
My fey qualities shining, I could glimpse the moon at midday,
Sense the aroma of heartache; savor the essence of autumn’s submission to winter
during awarenesses of spectral subtleties, the heretic’s hints, that waning occidental divination.