Grey is the first, heavy with what may be A haunted haar Lashed into a haze of becomings Thoughts play upon it as fingers on a harpstring Raw helix, it holds all happenings, all worlds. This blind one, so strong it knows no stealth Ignites to nurture Wyrd's web. The freeze, the cease, a seed of form. Fetterer, shaper, white bones in red flesh. Between summer and winter dances the fourth Thrilling to the year's pulse Propelled beyond, the eye turning outwards Yearns to fly arrow-swift or grow, silent as ivy, Into the new.
Free thought is faster than light.
A portal all see, but no one knows - Words will not reach it. In the ash of its blast, new crystals, new harmonies. It shrieked in me I withstood. And at the point of the dread my scream and her voice were one. One is the terror of utter truthfulness Not bravery, but the warrior's clarity As the sails are trimmed to embrace the hurricane Beauty was alone this alignment to Wyrd.