Fire into flight,
You hollow through a frozen moon
And make your exit wound.
Torched arrows can't ignite
What already burns as bright as the
Meteorite
That showers around her.
By landing in these hands
May turn to gold the bones and coal
That smoulder
In the sand
And the restless sea beside that clambers
To stain the sky
With its rain and ice,
Falling above him.
While I...