On acres of  the dawn
I sow sun as seed
And the moon's face dark!

Then comes the night armada,
I sow my labour to the day, forced
To pay wages to the dark!

The day comes in whirlwind
Flaming coals to the eyes sore
I sow my unborn feet burnt!

A trip of irony running,
Carvorting in ectasy moon
In eerie season of unknown!