i would relinquish my pilgrim soul
to curl over thought and thing
like a spacious tongue
and return

i am Void

severe spectre of occult industry

solemn am i
sombre long before the world
shrouded in myth and song

i am Ocean

deep in splendor
storyteller with salted breath

i do not decry the sober dark
i give birth to agitative visions

i am Awe

inscrutable light
whom the fibrous eye of the poet covets

i am Solitude

modest juggernaut of Saturn

just beyond the ornamental throne of Jupiter
the stillness of fate inside of fire