See the children of anew
Bracing play on a frame
Of something forever holy.
Whence does the storm arrive
To appeal a risker’s vision?
North, east, south, west, from God?
From then, with sights set yonder
Over forked winds
Of great seas.
Where does the eye meet the sky,
After the cattle lie to rest
In the fields of foretelling?
Beyond the power
Of one man
And all men.
To be hindered
By the cur...
