Goldbrown upon the sated flood
The rockvine clusters lift and sway;
Vast wings above the lambent waters brood
Of sullen day.

A waste of waters ruthlessly
Sways and uplifts its weedy mane
Where brooding day stares down upon the sea
In dull disdain.

Uplift and sway, O golden vine,
Your clustered fruits to love's full flood,
Lambent and vast and ruthless as is thine
Incertitude!

Mount Fever burned bright
that night
while the beasts and creatures alike
roamed about the countryside.
I in her
and we entwined
combined
aligned for once.
i entice
and she divide
and we collide
that night.