Bite down till the bone breaks and The marrow floods out like angel hair, Spilling like spent ribbons over ivories bared.
Where does your allegiance lie? Split in two on the rocks below, Dashed to bits of gravel beneath the giants feet, Or just wind-worn and weathered away to dust Caught on the coursing of a careless breeze?
Where are the moments, That stand against the filmy backdrop of time like Gems against the dull luster of sandstone? I cannot recall but one.
Where has the wind gone as it faded from my sails outstretched, Turning what was once an indomitable surge into the bent horizon Into an idling within these strange still waters?