Apotheosis

Isolation never spoke with clearer tones

Then when firelight walked across the groundwater

Under crystal chambers, like the very furnace

Where nature forged her gilded icons

Into the arteries of this night.

There, with unchained tides releasing

The northern wind, I saw upon her brow

Ubiquitous illusions, felled from the corners

Like the phoenix, shuddering towards the fire. But

Shackled to her rapt allusions, and rattling

These sharded chains of ice.

I knew somewhere

The galaxies descended like the fire

Withdrew into the last few embers, as if

To orbit microcosms, lap salt along

Undying neon shores. But only rocks

Consume these foreign soils, just enough

To fall upon, like echoes of her fading footsteps

Dreamt across the night.