And as moon drew close

To perfection

i was pushed,
Flaming ocean ,spat it had .

The shallow bronze
Had no longer even single a need,
Deeper waves grew intact,
Jade and emperor roared
And i was

Left on this forsaken shore
Pestilent , cold
,sore. Groaning under sands of crystal
And time...

i heard sullen door close,
My legs twisted
Fallen , bereft ,

The storm left
Me with a feeble remorse

Farewell to far-removed
Realm of gold,
For this badland ,tainted old
Have already forgotten,
my dead

And sanctum morose

Though images
Were sewn
In ballad
And prose

Molten form ice and
Polished in bone,

And In sinew;
At least
I am serene.

Rivers of wit,
Vitae will make
A god out of a man

Or out of clay....