Voyagers among eviscerate dreams
one day’s remove from ports of night,
our oars in the sequestered light
are shattered in a thousand beams
and altered to burnished dripping gold.
We are chrysostom and pale
purged of spirit and veiled,
for we bear the beauty of a frail soul.
A world of undone clarity teems,
of energy subsumed and abdicated might,
voiced virulence of the neophyte.
Our inexcusable reply: -We do not know,
only, after the light failed,
the sky fell and the earth flailed.