Strands black with victory
Twist through fragmented spacetime;
Chronotic waves buck the ancient frigate,
Impel its coiling course through
A wilderness of wandering stars.
I fend off floods
With an ashy wand of heartwood,
Halt the genocide of insects
With a cone of junglous air.
Foreboding courses I pursue through
Invisible chasms consume me
With only the merest pause to
Refresh myself with the water of life
Which, as it trickles down my spine,
Bursts my thorn-toes into dreamloam.
@d-pend