POEM-Dawn

Dawn

In the brack of open

                                                                                                Ceres comes.

Does haze? How do the eyes?

                                                So could

                                                              across

centuries

echo

wæron wandering glimpse should let glimpse

Mere ornamental night

Ystarryros does wander, grains which seedlings might

Approach     as long waters months     and shades blue

Sometimes set, some canfuse——————————split halves

Land   

Ceres comes.

               

Of Dawn’s approach it from the influent

Earthleapt, shaving spars of misdirection

To an exact shaft which caressed currents

Thrust, unclasped miles to blue abyssal on

Untethered, and this hymnal y motion

Lingering lope until it speeds it from

Perihelion    and to Ceres comes.

Came barren arcs then decades across

What referent, what could size conception near

The distal point abstract to now emboss

Dimensions onto the black pattern sheer

When running even planetstepped runs years

Of frigid silent fields, when then towards

Those waxglint stars which seed the sky appears

Mars, heavily immense, first threatens far

Yet close appeased, so, circling clearly, speed imparts.

So circumcycling wreathe the solar field

Desolate span it sows the massless wide

And massive space, wends the sunwind, beheld

Threads, waves, winding titanic aisles, betides

To isle at Vesta, circling slow, compelled

To Vesta, impelled from the moment path

Moved, empathic, orbital to meld

Wants melled soonest nectar lipped, soon gathered

Wanderfull together     wondering tides

Lone awhile wants     Vesta but wants     she held

Dawn, yet Dawn back, Ceres, comes, Ceres whilde, 

Wreathwilled     this blue lamp     let circletting fields.

Point arrival, solar rotating disk

Rotate, astrolustre, arrive and come

The final winter run

Desert drywater salt horizonless

And from those currents slip

As shoals the shore could lip

And lepping up to certain land appear

Circling close then near

The surface send one stemming springing leaf

Towards loosewarm soil softened, this moment ours

Then threading glances     gilt     solarium

The slick and open bed, brushing fingers flowers

Deep

                Ceres comes