Nicholaus Albrecht |
Longing admits the sea to far off shore.
Isthmus’ reaches – here to there – but fails,
their limits fall inside a split rapport –
wayward strands of Heaven’s lofty trails.
Andromeda lost to the Kraken seas,
hardened flakes of starlight cling to bare trees.
Thatched in switch and shiver, tall its chill walls
outburst from stone and requiem of space,
officiate those vessels from its halls,
hellacious in the night its constant grace.
Leadsmen contrive Thalassa’s marine reach
upon a cold and rattled capsized prow,
toward the light goes each unto their each –
there, divine in death divine their life now.