( me / via )

Often the Dying Ask for a Map.

"The boundary whereon I break to mist" —The Ring & the Book

The old gods feast.

I had not thought to write a poem on Eirik
when i set out upon this sea of woe,
when i embarked upon this tour of Earth.

Of all the irritants to spark a pearl
many a snag's found mention in my book.
I had not thought to write a poem on Eirik.

Hazard & fumble serve as Vision's salt.
We translate as we may; i had wings to give
when i embarked upon this tour of Earth.

I wrought with gold & iridescent names
for ev'ry passing whisper out of Ghayb;
i had not thought to write a poem on Eirik.

Never we choose the contrails we create
though spurred as i by shadowy throngs & glare
when i embarked upon this tour of Earth.

Some night bird batters the panes. I direct my heart
where lions drowse among the baobabs.
I had not thought to write a poem on Eirik
when i embarked upon this tour of Earth.

(2020)

Le Garage en Neige.