The Void

For having barely begun & so suspended in the distance
What a glare it's got, unabashedly persistent

I should try to ease the need
Spirit across the fields & leas
It flew along in muzzled cry
To invite these trembling, inviolate skies

I requited the source & revealed an invisible side
From the same point once again, it is lucid & amplified
I have braided the wind, erratic unrepentant killer
What a course it sires, wound among the rows of pillars

Dry the land & its dreary guile
To ramify & to exile
On fallow ground the rot is blight
Defocusing a wearied, oblivious rite

Shall I adapt or abide the freeze
Or gain upon its brutal breezes
Each is alone in frail reply
With virtue as a sole & sincere ally

I'm a little bit hoarse & in need of some repose
Skirt the same edge once again, from wherever it arose
& I have greeted the void, so shadowy in peak resistance
What allure it's got, unequivocally consistent