All ships have sailed mistward

to unseen harbors,

roads of water frozen

toward some height

of illimitable dawn,

bring me my strings

of yielding fire,

bring me my jackals in brass,

thrash the fields with mercury spots,

fill up the puddles of light

with linen letters,

bring sanctuary to a barren basin,

slay daylight with neon daggers,

put a mark of love like a target

over the concrete acres

and the land of snares.