turning and turning
sight alight with the burning
a shining pillar standing alone
tower of strength
in the midst of lawlessness
booming waves crash against the weir
o, the falling shroud of fear
hides a most vicious leer
a descending veil of secrecy
chokes and obscures precious clarity
persuasion surging to-and-fro
conviction proves elusive
the stormgales swell their number
and refuse to remember
yet bring their friction
uneven is their sway
the velvet crush
of wind and flame
burning and burning yet again
terrible in beauty and bearing
awaken, o sleeper
revelation has not abandoned us
augur of an end
to slumber’s caress
disturbed with great distress
the illusion so captivating
clearer still
is the mystery
beyond our time and history
illuminating such manner of effects















