Thus I remain, a naive vagrant, to her absolute
Absconded across myriad miles of misty minarets,
Migrating with flambeau held aside imperious doom...
Embellished to rocks and caves and axes
Emerald myths stuff my rebellious luggage;
Nightly still, tented by ripples and edges I probe
Zenith of worlds until the last skull of God...
Allusion could fetch me mirage yet be grounded
Restless I am, after fields after seas after skies -
Alone, to surrender upon her infinite splendour...
