By the order of a query and an answer,
Collides the oval sound and the hearer.
Like, O, its crystal peak rips a halo wearer:
A mortal genesis, up a nightmare twilight.
White, as white! Travels a gorged-belly overnight.
In a rice field’s sight, orbs the creviced sea.
Upon its weight the cobalt forest hunch,
Blowing sprees of shards within a tidepool fall.
//Lo perdido para siempre es inmortal.//
The old star’s drool doubled its fresh aspects.
Beneath the waning tail lapping bent down.
By the order of a beauty that once did drown.