Cry me language in all its hazarded flux.
Weight of many worlds, blown the bits
of thy nature.
The resourceful shock swept by thy
tongue...well and deep sleep under
kindred star.
Burrowing to what sprightly expanse
washes over pristine lifetime.
Put to, as here you were--lost and
found at wink, knowledge the empire
known and downed.
Every proof of life the fine cut of air...
unbearable tension--bare body erected
temple.
Hero, heroine...summoned, by slipped
continent...pregnant of call and
remastered poetry.
There's a voice given thee--piped to
song to appease the anxiety of creation.