To the left drifts the glowing star
promoting the night with its oblong light
caressing the dark with a deep, deep rite.
We see the star, the star, the oblong star,
the longish memoir from beyond time’s time,
beyond the cosmic jar
of the speckled, swirling galaxies of light.
We see the glowing star,
here and here, there and there;
we stare there and here,
within the blowing seas of sand
the unseen devil in the constellations,
the gelatinous dragon with his hideous secretions,
the struggle with our Sea
stamped on our stars.
Of the star we watch,
we magi of the light,
classified before time’s time,
yes, our sights are on the light.
Beyond the glow, we watched with all of the
night’s inanimate riders of the oblong winds;
As such here and here, right and left,
we see the star in a sea, a sea of light,
classified beyond the first watches
of the time in time we watch,
our sights on the light to the left;
yes, our sights are on the Light.