Pull thyself from the
forest floor ye beasts!
Arise from sun-splashed
pastures, from dark burrows in
corners of far-flung
jungles, from tundra
impassive to the
judgments of geometry

Surface, ye mighty
leviathan and
humble prawn! Part the
waters with fluke and fin, past
shafts of light bent by
pyramids of waves,
‘neath icy white stars
and churning tropical gales

Sail forth on columns
of late summer’s air!
Flash feathers over
verdant vales, over ruins
of human error,
over monuments
left to grind into
the powders and particulates
of the heavens

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