So cold, so pure
Like alpine snow interred in glass
We witness your magnificence

So perfect, so holy
A magnetism wholly potent
Flawless geometry, faultless prison

One gaping eye extruding
Excluding, beholding
One iron grasp gathering, shaping, unmolding

One great iron consciousness unfolding
Claiming, reigning, crazing and razing
Overreaching sanity

Yet on your day, father,
Things make sense
We gain a time of innocence

Dropping the 5 day ball
Trading a handful of nothing
For a piece of eternity


Old man Time,
On your day there are so many thoughts
A flood of racing faces and places
Pooling at last in your watchful hands

We rest.