Slip the gates—the ragged swell
Leapt winged proud beyond the spell
Oft muttered in dark ages past
Cloying rope to curb mind’s grasp
To hold the antler from the ground
Lest it pin the bearer down
Cloudy tumult—star’s expanse
No grounding unto which to lance
Bearing up—the diadem high
A calamitous crown of infinite sky.
